Young Love Murder
that is what this must be......♥
Prologue
"No. Never. I won't do it." Jack protested.
"You only have one goal. To protect her. This is the only way you can. It's either you, or her. Take your pick." Luke grinned deviously.
"Fine. Take me. Just please don't hurt her," Jack looked crushed with worry.
"Ah. I knew you'd give me what I wanted."
I wanted to scream out, to tell them both to stop. That this didn't need to happen. But I had no voice, I couldn't move, I was frozen.
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Chapter 1
"LINDSAY! YOU AREN'T HELPING AT ALL!" My bestfriend, Chelsea, shouted at me from her closet.
"Sorry?" I threw back at her. She stormed out of her closet, and stared right at me. I was lounging on her bed, a Teen Vogue open in front of me, not paying the slightest bit of attention to her.
"I have a date with the hottest boy in school, and you won't even help me pick out an outfit! Please help me!" She whined. I smirked and slowly lifted myself up off of her bed, and walked into her closet. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a white top.
"Try these," I said as I threw them at her. She approached a few seconds later. The skinny jeans made her legs look long and slim. The white top was a three quarter sleeve, and was a little loose. I went back into her closet, and returned with a patterned scarf and belt. The scarf was all shades of pinks, and had a floral print. The belt was brown. When I stepped back to admire my work, Chelsea looked awesome.
"Voila," I said, laughing. She took a look at herself in the mirror.
"Wow. I look great. Thank you thank you thank you!" She exclaimed.
"My work here is done," I laughed, and left to walk home.
It was a brand new year at Hempfield High. I would now be a sophomore. Finally! No more dirty looks from seniors. No more being a hopeless freshman. I was moving up in the world. Word about the new kid had spread quick. His name was Luke. Apparently, to all other boy-crazy girls in my grade, he had "the warmest brown eyes and most adorable smile and was absolutely gorgeous!" I wasn't like that. Every boy that tried to get my heart, I shooed away. I was untouchable. No boy could win me over. Somehow, that made boys more interested in me. I had shot down most of the boys in my grade.