I was his last resort?!

Chapter one

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Warning: not exactly edited!

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Rayne

"Hey, Rayne are my teeth white?"

I lifted my head from my desk to squint tiredly at Jamie who was currently displaying his perfectly straightened pearly whites at me. "Uh, yeah man, I guess. Why?" Jamie's baby blue eyes grew wide and his nose scrunched up. I tried my best not to roll my eyes, I knew that look and I knew it well.

"Why? Why?! All famous people, whether it be in commercials or movies always have white teeth and if I ever want to follow in their glorious footsteps then I must have white teeth. That being said I have to make sure I brush at least five times a day so I ..." I put my head back down and closed my eyes. Jamie Hendrix was one of my best friends and was completely obsessed with becoming an actor from our elementary school plays to being president of McKenzie High drama club our senior year. And, yeah, I'll admit the kid has talent, seeing as I attended everything he's ever been in and was there for the standing ovations, and I suppose he had the whole, Leonardo DiCaprio look to him with shoulder length wavy blond hair girls fawned over, but once he got into his tirades there was no stoping him.

But I wouldn't let motor mouth over here even ruin my best day, which is today because today is the day I, Rayne Alexander Walters, ask Amber Johnson to finally be my girlfriend! So why is my head on my desk and shoulders tensed above it you ask? 'Cause I'm fucking nervous douche bag! I mean, it's not only the fact that she is hands down the hottest girl in the school, or the sweetest or the funniest with the most beautiful smile...um, sorry, getting off subject here. But the problem is is that she is one of my best friends as well which could only led to cliche responses in which there are three. Number one would be the whole, "but I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship" rebuttal. Or number two would be "you're like a brother to me" *insert shiver here*. Or number three which in fact is the best answer in the world "of course I'll be your girlfriend!" Soo, I gotta say I hope it's number three.

I plan to do this right after school, which is in about five minutes give or take a few in the court yard. I let out a gust of air. "Just breathe," I quietly coach myself in a semi steady voice. "You can do this." I felt someone violently shaking my shoulder. "What the hell, man!" I glare at Jamie who is staring down at with his bag over his shoulder.

"Dude, the bell rang already so come on," he smirked with an eyebrow raised.

Holy hell, I think I'm gonna be sick.

I quickly gathered my things and rushed past a waiting Jamie to stumble out into a crowded hall full of students. Swerving through the hall, I ducked into the nearest bathroom. Making my way over to the sink I stared at my reflection. Tousled chestnut brown hair with thick brows arched over hazel green eyes. I mean sure I wasn't of ideal height, just at 5'5, but I've had enough girlfriends in the past to know I had other things going for me. I turned the water on and splashed some on my face to clear my head a bit so I didn't know someone was behind me until I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey, you're that Walter kid right?" a deep voice demanded. I instantly turned around and backed away a couple of steps. I'd know that voice anywhere. Darren Chambers, the school's notorious badass who didn't give any shit about authority and didn't hesitate to knock the teeth out of anyone that pissed him off. Standing just a little over 6 feet with raven black hair and hard electric blue eyes in a Metallica t-shirt that displayed ideally muscled arms made standing before him just a little intimidating. He took a step closer. Scratch that, completely intimidating!

"Y-yeah," curse my unwarranted stutter! I clear my throat and did my best to keep the quiver out of it. "Yeah, what's it to you?" Hah, that's more like it. His gaze narrowed and studied me intensely. Sweet mother molasses, you'd think I killed his mom in a past life given the intensity of those strange eyes trained on me.

"Hmm," he muttered. "Not bad to look at," he then said or at the very least I think he said 'cause he certainly couldn't be talking about me. No way. "Just one more thing." Suddenly I found myself flush against his hard lean body, one of his hands firmly pressed against the middle of my back and the other under my chin tilting my head up. His thumb swiped across my lips. He dipped his head down and gently brushed his lips against mine.

What.

The.

Hell.

I jerked my head away quickly and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "What the fuck are you doing, man?!" I shouted breathing heavily in anger. There was a look of puzzlement on his face as if he was indecisive about something. I scowled. "Hey! I'm talking to-" His mouth descended on mine once again and I felt his tongue touch mine. Trying desperately to squirm out of his hold, I came to find out it was no use since he engulfed both of my hands in his large one and his other cupped the back of my head to keep me in place. I closed my eyes in frustration unable to do nothing but to wait for this bizarre shit to pass.

His lips moved against mine again and I groaned angrily but I guess he took that for a sound of contentment because the next thing I know I have my back pressed against the wall and his hips smashed into mine. I gasped and tried to close my mouth but it slid sloppily against his. Darren then slowed down so that my lips were aligned with his and to my horror my lips moved to capture his. He ground his hips into me a little and I bucked in terror but when my front hit his roughly I felt a strange dip in my stomach and he moaned.

Finding strenght I wish I had five minutes ago, I managed to push him off. Now I was breathing like I just ran a marathon. I looked up at the assaulter and he had a devious smirk on his face as he said one word. "Perfect."

I ran out the bathroom never looking back once.