♥ ♥ ♥ Chapter 1
Today should have been one of the best days of my life. Instead, it was the worst. I'm still contemplating the murder of two people. Actually, they don't even deserve to be called people. Just thinking about what happened earlier tonight makes me sick to my stomach. I just can't believe it. I'll never forget it. This is what went down...
I had been having a great time of John Snader's last party of the summer.
I had a smile on my face and my best friend at my side; it was the best night any eighteen year old could ask for.
Nevertheless, in the back of my mind, the thought of not seeing all of the people I practically grew up with
since elementary school was silently eating a hole in my heart.
It was depressing to think about us all leaving for college within the coming weeks.
It was a fact that I wouldn't see most of these people again.
I was at the party with my best friend Patricia, but nobody dared to call her by her real name without getting
b/tched-slapped. It was Trish or else. We've been friends since we were four years old and we were like sisters.
Actually, we were closer than sisters; we could finish each other's sentences. We were partners in crime, even
though I was usually only the accessory in said crime.
Guys loved her and she loved them, but for the most part, she just played with them.
"Life is too short to settle for only one," she always said.
She was beautiful and had the figure every girl could kill for; big chest, slim waist and nice, pert round bum. She also had amazing dark chocolate brown eyes and matching, long chocolate brown hair.
Fortunately for her, she also had the personality to back it all up.
On top of that, she was a genius; literally, a genius!
Then there was Landyn; Lan, as only I called him.
He was the typical high school quaterback and most popular guy in school.
He was at the party too, but I lost him somehwere between beer pong with the baseball team and keg stands with the football team.
No matter how popular he was, he wasn't the classic cliched jerk jock. He meant everything to me.
We started dating sophomore year and he was my first love in every sense of the word.
When I first saw Landyn James walking down the hall like he owned the school, I thought he was so gorgeous it was scary. At sixteen he was already over six feet fall and two hundred pounds of rock hard muscle.
His face alone took my breath away.
It wasn't pretty or beautiful; it was ruggedly handsome, intimidatinig, and s/xy as hell. He had a strong, square jaw line and blinding smile bordered by plump, juicy, lickable lips.
He had short, spiky, jet black hair and amber eyes so vibrant they were like looking into a jar of honey.
Every time his eyes met mine I was hypnotized; stuck like a bee to honey.
His arms alone should be listed as lethal weapons with the local PD
and I knew this for a fact because he was constantly fighting.
Granted, the fighting was always in "my honor," but to me, that was a silly excuse.
He was strong and excessively muscular for his age and I loved him being wrapped up in his arms.
He made me feel safe. If anyone looked at me in a way he didn't like, he made a big deal of it.
If that included beat downs, that's what happened and it didn't faze him on bit.
We fought about this all the time because, come on, I was nothing special, but his hunger for me was insanely
strong. More than anything, he wanted me all to himself. He constantly touched me in one way or another; holding my hand, an arm around my shoulders, an arm around my waist, hand in my hair.
We were inseparable.
He treated be like I was his heart;like he needed me to exist; like he'd do anything in his power to make me happy. Being honest with myself, I'm still not sure why he chose me. I mean, I'm just average.
I am Alexis Sky Martine, better known as Lex.
A/N: Sooo guyss... first story. What do you think? This is my first story so I would really appreciate it if you guys gave me some feedback.