Elaine's Story {ON HOLD!!!}

Elaine's Story- Chapter One

Author's Note: Jeez, I am having major writer's block. I am writing this right now on September 7, 2011, at 6:10pm, Kansas City time (I don't live in Kansas City I am just picking a random city that I know that that city has the same time as where I am, my brother lives there. O.o) Yeah, so I just want that known so if I don't post this for forever you all know I started it now and I tried. So yeah...here it is.  

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I walked slowly down the hall, looking for Celeste, but trying to look like I wasn't. I wanted to walk confidently and gracefully, unfortunately that was impossible.  

I slammed into someone for the second time today, falling on my butt again. My books falling from my arm, I crashed to the floor, feeling nauseated. I gripped my stomach, closing my eyes. Shoot.

"You just can't get enough of me, Princess, can you?" A voice sounds.

I glance up, instantly recognizing that voice. My heart stops. He called me Princess! He has a pet name for me...

There he was, in all his glory. And NO, I do not mean that he's naked. I just mean that he looks...drop-dead gorgeous. Just like his sister.   

Why couldn't my family inherit any of that sexiness that they both seem to just...radiate? It wasn't fair; I was a good person. And yet I was stuck with plain black hair and not at all exciting black eyes.  

A few seconds later, when I could tear my eyes away from the sex god in front of me, I noticed something very upsetting.  

Behind Nick was a group of his friends laughing their asses off. I looked back at Nick and

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Author's Note: It is now Tuesday, September 13. Oopsie...

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Saw him grinning. I blustered, my cheeks flaming. How dare he!? He was so nice this morning.... Okay, maybe not. But still! He shouldn't be acting like this.... 

I gathered my books, getting to my feet as quickly as possible. I gave him my evilest glare and whirled around, stalking away.  

I was so disappointed. I thought he was a good person... I guess I was wrong. God, why did it hurt so much? My eyes watered. I couldn't cry! Not here in the middle of the hallway with everyone looking at me! Spotting the bathroom up ahead, I felt a moment of relief. I could get in there, bawl my eyes out, then be out in a few minutes. No one would know.  

Then I felt a hand on my arm. A big, solid, soft, warm hand. A glorious hand. A hand I wanted in other places besides my arm.  

Stop! I scolded myself. No, I did not want that hand touching me anywhere, at all! It was an evil hand. Evil, evil, evil.  

"I'm sorry." Nick said softly.  

I refused to look at him. If I did I would fall right into the trap of those chocolate brown eyes.  

"Come on." His hand shifted down, from my bicep to my hand. He twined his fingers with mine, then started walking, pulling me behind him.  

"Where are we going?" I asked him, finding my voice. It sounded breathy, like I was letting out a huge gust of air when I said it. I winced inwardly, but at least I said it.  

He pulled me to the fountain in front of the school, the place where I met Celeste.  

"I need to tell you something." He said, sitting down. I sat down next to him, setting my backpack on the ground near my legs. He was still holding my hand, tracing patterns across it.