Um, my first chapter? How does this work?

This is Wei Ren's laptop. I'm borrowing it for a few chapters.

Oh, I'm Izm.

And yes, I wrote the summary for this.

I'm still really pissed at Caleb for everything. I don't even remember what I did to him! I still feel fucking sore from all the cuts and bruises he gave me. I hurt.

"Dude," remember Desmond? He's my crackhead roommate who can't stop throwing parties. And in a former chapter he tried to flirt with Delilah, but he failed and got the crap scared out of him, remember? "What are you doing?"

"I'm typing!" I replied.

"In your pajamas?"

"You're wearing your pajamas, too!"

"Whatever," he started flipping channels and stopped on a B-movie zombie flick.

I heard someone knock on the door. I got up from my bed and opened it.

I looked around outside but I didn't see anything. I felt something prodding my knee and looked down.

Oh shit panther.

Yet it looked friendly.

And it was pretty elegant.

"Who's there?" Des asked from behind me.

I froze and stared at the panther, something in its mouth. It swished its tail playfully.

"... Des, get the bat,"

"Why?"

"Give it to me now,"

"Again, why?"

I turned my head around and yelled, "A FREAKING PANTHER THAT'S WHY!"

"You mean like the football team?" he asked.

"HELL NO! A real freaking panther cat!"

"Yeah, sure, get the bat yourself,"

"But if I move it might eat me!"

I swiveled my head back to the big cat, which had tilted its head curiously.

"Um, shoo," I backed away a little.

It purred a little and held her head up to my hand.

"What? You want me to pet you?"

It looked up at me, still holding something in its mouth. I think it was a note and flowers.

"Oh, the stuff in your mouth is for me?"

It nodded a little bit, like it knew what I was saying.

It purred as I took the note and the two roses that were wrapped with silver ribbon and already had the thorns cut from the stem.

I guess this panther was just a messenger for something.

I opened the note and read it.

Izm,

I'm sorry that Caleb almost killed you a day ago; honestly, I'm not worth fighting over! I'm just writing this to say... I don't care what anyone else thinks, I like you. That's the only reason why I trusted you a few days ago on your motorbike. Thank you for taking me in when I was hurt. But I'll stop rambling. I hope to see you again sometime, whenever. I sent these roses to you, hope you like them.

There was then I space between after that, doodled in. The doodle was me in chibi form.

I look so cute!

Who drew this?

And... I really felt like taking up some space, so I doodled you. I don't know what your reaction would be, though. But hey, I tried. So I guess I'll see you.
~Delilah
(PS- Be nice to the panther! It took me SO LONG to tame her! I'd be surprised if she hasn't scratched you yet! LOL.)

"So you're a she?" I looked down at the panther, almost smiling at me.

Was she smiling at me?

It looked like it!

Scary...

"Uh, thanks for bringing this," I muttered to the panther, "... Sorry I freaked out... Want a beef jerky or something?"

She kneaded her big paws on the ground in anticipation, but shook her head.

Can she understand me? Does she know everything I'm saying?

God! What is Dare playing here?

But how the hell did she tame a freaking panther?

"DUDE!" I guess Desmond finally noticed the big cat, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT DOING THERE?"

"This is Dare's panther," I said quickly.

"What?"

"Nevermind,"

I turned around to the doorway and the beautiful black cat was gone.

Vanished.

"Bloody..." I mumbled.

I looked back down at the roses Delilah had given me.

The reason I even brought her here in the first place was... Yes, I do like her.

I kinda did.

I do?

I don't?

It's like someone's behind me, watching my every move, waiting for me to fall in love and then rip it apart to shreds.

THIS IS SO MOTHERFUCKING HARD!

HELP.

MY HEAD HURTS.

MY HEART HURTS.

But I'm a drug dealer too. I'm part of the black-market in a place called the Underground. And yes, it's UNDERGROUND.

I like her, but why? I feel like I'm forbidden to love or something!

I put the note and the roses on my nightstand. I flicked off the light and cover my head with my sheets, trying to drown out the pathetic moans of the zombies on the TV.

And honestly, Dare writes A LOT of chapters for this story! I really want some of you people to review this for her! Don't sit there being all quiet! TYPE.