I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO L.J. SMITH
This is a story loosely based on the night world series. The characters are created by me as well as the story line. (note : "( : )" indicates POV changes)
The computer screen lit up his face in the dark room. Cohen couldn't help but feel like a creeper. Today in class Willow had seemed so smooth, until Mr. Covington had frazzled her ends.
Wonder what it was that hit a nerve . . . but his train of thought was interrupted by his computer.
- LOW BATTERY-
Damnit, now If I could only find that cord . . . moments later Cohen arose triumphantly. If that was any indication of how his search would turn out, Willow had better watch out. He was going for gold, and was taking that as a sign for good luck.
Dude, get a grip. It's just a cord, it isn't important. Cohen was slightly embarrassed and felt like he was desperately grasping for straws with Willow. Why was he so intrigued with her? Maybe she really was different . . . Maybe she was what he was looking for.
Whoa, man. Take it back. It's just some chick you don't even know. Just another name for the books. but even he could feel the lie in his thoughts.
Realizing that he was just staring at his background lost in thought, he pulled up his favorite search engine. If only he knew what to type in. he started with her name.
What the fuck?
The top listing was of a tree farm called Willow Mercy. Obviously not right. He adjusted the search. " Willow Mercer volleyball star".
Holy Shit! Cohen couldn't believe it.
Willow had actually been extremely modest when she had told the class of her accomplishments. Not only had she done everything she said in class, she was the youngest player to reach 40 consecutive kills without a miss, in a game. . . Actually one of 5 under the age of 18. damn. she was also voted MVP on every team she had ever played . . . Including the international team. She received special honors in the junior Olympics for being the most diverse player. She was offered a full ride scholarship to ANY college in the nation. And . . . holy, flaming shit. . . she had already been asked to join team USA on the Olympic team after she turned 18.
For god's sake, she's only 17. Cohen was blown away.
The next article he looked at had been about "the break". Apparently Willow had decided to take a break from volleyball, but no one knew why. There was speculation, but her personal life was kept very separate from the press . . .
How is that possible, she must have had paparazzi following her. Nothing is even personal for ME. There had definitely been some tampering, was Cohen conclusion. A pay off maybe or even a power play keeping that personal information out of the press . . .
Homework was definitely out of the question. He was far to distracted to concentrate.
How was this girl pulling everything off?
First, she had avoided his alluring stare even though he had be using slight mind control. It just strictly to get her undivided attention, but she blocked him.
She must be one of those rare resistant humans, he concluded.
Second, she had practically told off Mr. Covington. No one could get away with that. No one! And he had even apologized to her!
He probably doesn't even apologize to his mother.
Third, she was an incredible athlete. Some articles had even gushed at her extreme speed and poise on the court, in addition to her constantly cool head.
This chick is a fucking anomaly. Almost inhuman . . .
Most importantly, Cohen couldn't get her put of his mind. This had never happened before and he was starting to get concerned.
Enough bull shit, he was getting frustrated , I'm goin' to bed.
That night Cohen went to bed thinking about her. How she was so fearless, so gifted, so remarkable. They hadn't even had a civilized conversation yet and he was already Google-ing her. He fell asleep to Willows beauty painted on the inside of his eye lids and a smile on his face.
Damn. Boy was in trouble.
( : )
Willow had purposefully arrived early today to pick out a prime seat. She was not among the flocking girls at the front of the school waiting for their trill-of-the-day to ride up in his showy car.
Somehow she had managed to recline in her seat and look like she was born to do it. Even though everyone knows school chairs are impossibly stiff and uncomfortable.
"hey, newbie." said a friendly voice from behind her. Willow turned around, obviously caught off guard.
"hey, oldie?" Willow congratulated herself on her quick recovery.
" you sure showed up Redfern yesterday in class." the boy sounded impressed. Almost like he was proud of her.
"The BAMF? Yea, you say it like it made your day." Willow tried hard to hide a smile, but the boy was easy to talk to.
The boy chuckled, " I take it you saw his ride. And it did make my day, actually. It was a breath of fresh air to see one girl resist his powers of seduction. You don't know how many girls have fallen for that trap time and time again." the boy finished with a smirk on his face.
He had curly black hair piled on top of his head in disarray, accompanied by a large nose and charming dimples. His features hinted at a possible Jewish background, but she didn't want to ask and be offensive. They boy was cute, and she'd take that for what it was worth.
"well I'm glad I could supply some entertainment, while simultaneously keeping my heart in one piece. I will live another day knowing I made you proud." Willow smiled at that because the boy perked up at her attempted mockery. He was actually looking pleased at having a conversation with a person who had a brain.
Just as the bell was ringing the boy went for the closing statement. here it comes thought willow, bracing herself for his pick-up line.
" I'm Sam, by the way." he smiled with a mouth full of perfectly straight teeth, he was genuine. She took his outstretched hand.
" Hi Sam, I'm Willow, but I'm sure you already knew that." if it was possible his smile grew wider. Willow even cracked a grin.
"I know. When Cohen makes dibs, everyone knows who the girl is." Willow wasn't sure if he was grimacing or had something caught in his throat ,but either way she was outraged.
Since when can you call dibs on a person? pissed wouldn't even describe it.
Willow opened her mouth to speak, but the teacher called attention to the front of the class. " ill fill you in after class." Sam whispered with a wink.
Smiling to herself Willow turned around. She knew she had made a friend.
( : )
8:25, perfect. Cohen smiled as he pulled into his regular spot.
Today there was a significant decrease in the number of people waiting on him. Maybe that was because all of his has-beens and a few of his prospects had been discouraged yesterday.
That episode with Willow had spread through the school like wild-fire. A majority of the girls thought she was insane or a total bitch, or both. And some of the guys had lost their faith on Cohen's god-like ability to ensnare girls.
Regardless of his fan-club fall-out Cohen spirits were still high. He new he would get a double whammy of Willow every day, he was sure he'd wear her down eventually.
Only today when he walked in Willow was already comfortable in a section of the room where there were no available seats. Conveniently she was surrounded by hungry-looking guys. But thing that pissed him off the most was the guy that she was currently talking to.
It was Sam. The only guy who had ever succeeded in stealing a girl from him. He was harmless enough, now that Cohen had perfected his mind-control, but without having that as an advantage he was worried. Even Cohen had to admit Sam had charm and was quite the ladies man himself. The worst part was they were whispering. and she seemed interested.
Just then Sam shot him one of those glances that told him they were talking about him. Cohen stopped, but forced himself to take a seat that was too far away from her.
So help me god, Cohen thought I'm going to kill that son of a bitch.
As the teacher went to close the door he shot one last look at her. She was just as beautiful as he had dreamed, but much angrier than he remembered. She did not look pleased at all. And the fact that she refused to look at him did not make him comfortable at all.
This is going to be a long period, he was sullen. I'll just make up for it .
Determined Cohen tried to tune into the teacher.
But he didn't hear a word he said.
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