The beginning

Pulsing music and the swaying of partiers surrounds me. A huge stone gray skinned man dressed in brown leather pants and matching vest, towers over me and the others surrounding him. He dances in time with the music, his movements makes the ground tremble. I squeeze my way through the thick crowd of human and inhuman club goers. The ceiling looks like the night sky, dotted with millions of tiny starts. Tree branches frame around the opening, the trunks surround the dance floor, like arches of a cathedral. Looking around the crowd, I can feel various hands brush against me. Some pull at me trying to draw me into an embrace, to dance.

I catch the glimpse of strawberry blond hair woman wearing a red dress, grinding on a bleach blond haired man dressed in all black tunic and tights.

"Jackie," I call out to her, making my way to them. Next to them I see a man with jet black hair that is styled in spikes all over his head, his skin sunkissed. He smiles at me, his blue eyes sparkle in the colored lights. I push my way through the crowd to my friends.

"Hello, Rayne,"the black haired man says, his voice is husky, my breath catches in my throat. He walks over to me, I feel like time has stopped, the party pulses around us.

"Hello," I reply finally able to speak. The handsome man pulls me into an embrace, we sway to the music. Hands wrap around me from behind pulling me away from the man and my friends. I try to wiggle out of the arms of the unseen person.

"See you soon, my beautiful Rayne," a voice whispers into my ear. My heart starts racing, the voice eerily familiar.

"Hey Rayne, the bell is ringing." Jackie says, jabbing my arm, bring me out of my thoughts.

"Crap!" I exclaim, collecting my belongings and we run out of class to the busy hallway. We navigate the crowded halls to our lockers. "Why does that class always make me day dream so much?"

"Duh! Because Mr. French is so hot!" Jackie sighs, leaning up against her locker next to mine.

"That's true," I laugh, thinking of Mr. French's jet black hair and dreamy blue eyes Shoving my history books back on the metal shelf in my locker, I grab my math book and homework and place them in my backpack. "Did you get the math homework done?"

"Yeah, this morning in study hall," Jackie says, as we make our way through the still crowded halls to our math class on the opposite side of the building. Just as we were about to the classroom, I bump into the hottest guy I have ever seen. Black hair, piercing blue eyes, tan skin and dressed in black baggy denim shorts, a dark grey Transplants shirt, and solid black skater shoes. I can't help but stare at him, he looks like the man from my day dream.

"Sorry about that," he apologizes in a husky voice, goosebumps form on my skin at the sound of his voice. "Are you okay?"

"Um... yeah," I manage to say. "No harm done." He smiles, a smile that lights up his sapphire eyes.

"Okay, see you around." He says and makes his way back into the crowd. I watch him leave, hoping to see him again.

"Drool much?" Jackie teases me in a soft voice. I shake my head to clear my racing thoughts, as we head into the classroom. There are groups of students in different clusters, chatting with their friends, before our teacher has made her way into the room to begin class after the next bell. Jackie and I take the empty seats in the back of the room. I place my backpack against the base of my chair and start grabbing out my supplies for the class.

"Have you ever seen that guy before?" I ask Jackie, placing my books on the desk in front of me.

"Yeah, he's a senior that moved here a few months ago," says Jackie. She pulls out her own books and mechanical pencils, placing them on the desk we share. "I think his name is Garret or something like that." Jackie looks over at me and smiles, " thinking you may want to get with him?"

"Maybe," I say blushing, which doesn't go unnoticed with my pale skin. "That depends on if he is nice or not. I don't want to end up dating a jerk like I did last time."

" Please, never do that again," she tells me. "Harley treated you like crap and cheated on you the whole time."

"Don't remind me," I sigh. Shivers run down my spine at the memory, of us walking down the isles of movies, his arm around my shoulder. Suddenly he pulls his arm up, squeezing it around my throat, making me panic. Harley just laughed after choking me. "I'm glad he has left me alone for the time being."

"Maybe he will get locked up one of these days," she comments, putting an arm around my shoulder. "I still think you should have reported that," she whispers into my ear.

"We can only hope," I reply as Mrs. Lang enters that room. She is dressed in a nice navy blue dress suit with matching navy blue high heels, that click against the tile floor.

"Settle down kids," Mrs. Lang orders the class. Students begin taking their seats. Harley sits towards the front of the class next to one of the girls he cheated on me with. I hope you both get an STD, you jerks, I think to myself, glaring at the back of his shaggy bleached blond head. The second bell, for classes to start, rings through the buildings intercom system. "Time for class to start," Mrs. Lang announces, walking over to the dry erase board at the front of the room, to begin the days lesson.

I take out my note book, turn to a clean lined page and write down notes for the assignment. Jackie writes a note on a small piece of paper, folds it and slides it over to me. I look around to see if anyone is looking before I open the note.

Want to cut classes after lunch? The note reads. I write back, might as well, most of my classes aren't doing much after then. Folding up the note I slide it back over to her. Do you know if there will be anything good for lunch? Jackie writes back. At this school? Good luck with that, I write before slipping the note back to her. Jackie has to muffle her laugh, Mrs. Lang gives her a stern look and clears her throat. We both smile back at her, she turns back to the board and continues the lesson.

Well lets cut lunch too if it looks that gross, Jackie writes on the note. I'm down for that, I write back to her.

For the rest of class we pay attention to what Mrs. Lang is teaching us. When the bell rings, Mrs. Lang asks us to hand in our homework before we leave. The class files past her desk, placing our homework in the top tray on the corner of her desk. As we head out the door, I bump into Harley, who glares at me.

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