Lexi,
Baby
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♥ ♥ ♥ 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.
