18 year old Scarlet Woodlow is from sunny California and is getting ready to graduate. She's perfectly normal but she starts intensely desiring one thing she doesn't know of but when she desires it, she sees nothing but red until she gets what she d...
As I pull in the schools parking lot the bell rings. "Nope, not today!" I tell myself as I take Dijon's parking spot. Without a dare to look his way I rush in and make it to my desk in the back just as Mrs. Pryer turned around. "Okay class, please turn to page 146 in your text book."
The door swings open and Dijon marches in and places himself in the front row. "Mr. Lypous" Mrs. Pryer addresses him. Taking a deep breath "yes, Mrs. Pryer?", he says with a dead scowl. His jaw clenched. "I want you to show our special guest around the school." Just as she finishes, a 6"5 figure turns around from looking out of the window that was close to her desk. He had burgundy wavy hair, light skin, clear green almond shaped eyes, plummy red lips, a perfectly strong jawline, eyebrows on fleek, with eyelashes better looking than my future. I ran my eyes down his figure. A crispy silver three piece suit and slacks with a white dress shirt underneath; his muscles bulge underneath his clothes making it difficult for him to move, and square-tipped Stacy Adams.
"Mmmm" eye candy
His arms clasp behind him as his eyes narrow. He introduces himself looking right directly at me, "Pleased to meet you, I'm Kurt Woodlow."
The room went silent.
"W-Woodlow?" Mrs. Pryer nervously asked as she looked from him to me. My eyes felt just as large as hers looked. "A-as in S-Scarlet W-Woodlow?" She dared to ask. He turns his head to her making his neck muscles flex, "No, just Woodlow." His voice and face void of humor.
He resumes his narrow gaze at me. "Would it be alright if you could cancel Ms. Scarlet's school schedule for this month?" He asks. "W-well today's the last day of school. Tomorrow is r-rehearsal for graduation." She nervously informs him. Once again looking at Mrs. Pryer but this time with a scowl. "S-she can leave." She says with her head down.
"Good. Let's go Scar." The man demands. Then leaves.
I gather my stuff as I stand and fling my backpack behind me. Silence is all everyone is smart enough to do. And silence it was when I left.
-------------------------------------------- AUTHORS NOTE!!!!!!! I thought it'd be a good cliff hanger right about here lol!! Enjoying it so far?😁 --------------------------------------------
I open the school doors to see... 'Mr. Thinks He Rules Me' leaning on my dads Bugatti?!
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"Oh H E double L naw!!" I feel my pace pick up. Almost running into him he stops my fall. "Is there a problem?" He straightens. I gather my composure and straighten my shirt, "Uh yeah. That's my dads Bugatti! And I'd like it if you wouldn't lean on it like its something you buy off the street!!" I glare at him as I plant my hands on my hips.
As if to mock me he leans back on it with his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms crossed over his broad muscular chest. "Honey, where I'm from, you DO buy it off the street." Leaving me speechless he pushes himself off, opens the door and slides in. "Uh excuse me, this is my car." He starts to pull the door to close, "I'm your chauffeur." Then closes it.
I roll my eyes and jog around to the passenger side. Opening the door, I slide in and close it again. "A chauffeur opens the door for ladies like a gentleman and gets there things for them." I huff as I throw my backpack in the back. He starts the car and backs out, "As you already know, I am Kurt Woodlow. Your 20 year old brother."
"My what?!" He side glances at my surprised look. He sighs, "I really have no time for this." Coming to a stop at the side of the road he smacks his palm on the side of my head. An electrifying shock jolts from his palm into my head. The sound of a million nails scraping a chalkboard amplified 10x made me black out within seconds.
"What did I tell you Carter? Luca and Lele, the girls go in the van! Carter, we can't leave things behind. No traces that lead to us remember!" where am I? I open my eyes blinking a couple times to remember. I jolt up immediately regretting it when my head starts to pound. Placing my palm on my temple, "Ow, my head." A massive hand rests on my leg and another on my cheek.
My eyes shot open. Kurt has my door open with one hand is on my leg and the other is on the back of my seat while Carter, through the drivers seat, has his hand on my cheek. "She'll be fine. But why would you do something like that to someone like her?" His voice full of concern and curiosity.
Carter. Carter is his name. How did I know that? And how could I completely understand what he was saying?
They must've seen my confused expression because they both looked at me, "When I touched you all the information of our family was inserted. Even our native language. German." Kurt briefly explains. "And of course you know that Carter is the cousin right underneath me who is also 20 and has took on the title of our family Doctor."
"Yeah yeah I know." I pause and look around. It looks like someone is moving out. I gasp, "my parents aren't my real parents?!" I ask as I cover my mouth. "No they are, they're my parents to, it's just that they'll cause a fight so it's best that we don't leave anything behind or out of place that'll give away our presents." He clarifies as I nod in understanding.
He blinks as he checks me out. "You are very beautiful, Scar." He complements with a straight face and we stay in a captivating stare for a few heartbeats when I finally break the eye contact. "We need to go."
"Right" he agrees.
------------------------------------------- WHELP THERE IT IS!! Super sorry I haven't posted anything on this story due to severe writers block!! We good now though!
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