ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

Chapter One

*Killeen's point of view*

Funny story, I was so pissed off, I didn't feel that I just ran into someone until I found myself sitting on the floor, books surrounding me.

Oh hello! You are probably asking who am I and why am I on the floor. Well.

I was sitting in French period listening to the teacher talking about L histoire de la poésie'' I know it is already a punishment but my dear desk mate decided that it was the right time to tickle me. 'Note the sarcasm please' and to my luck Mrs. Scott decided to turn immediately, trust me if looks could kill she would be a professional murderer. She must have had a really bad day because she expelled me for lack of focusing. So without a word I gathered all my stuff in my bag and slammed the door behind me. 'Call it attitude, I call it life'. I went out of class and felt eyes scanning me in the hallway, I would love to pierce all those eyes and tell them to mind their own business but I dont really give a shit for that, too much useless effort. You must know I hate this feeling: pity. I hate to be pitied for what happened to me in the last years and I dont need people reminding me through their eyes and lips. I try to avoid as much attention as I can and rush outside. That's when I find myself on the floor.

'Are you okay?' A voice woke me from my thoughts. I blinked a couple of time before looking in front of me. There was a handsome young man bent down on the floor, eyes full with concern. Great! More pity. I stared in his green eyes for a couple of minutes. I have to admit those eyes were a thing. Have you ever been diving in the ocean at night and saw algae? Well it is the same shit. His eyes were a dark green, a very rare color that I had never seen before. I never thought that a pair of eyes could radiate so much energy and penetrate a soul easily. I guess I dived a little too much in them. I shook my head and cleared my throat. That was definitely awkward 'I am fine, Thanks' was all I could manage to get out of my mouth before I look away. Whatever sort of concern that was in his eyes vanished the second he led his eyes on my face. They bore into mine and I cant figure out the expressions theyre holding. Surprise? Fear? Anger? Shock? Honestly I dont have a clue. It started to annoy me like I was a sort of painting he couldnt put his finger on.

'Kayden Hart' what? Oh it must be his name I assume but it oddly seem familiar. 'And you are?' it was the first time I actually focus on his voice and it creeps the shit out me. Its the coldest voice I ever heard, its like he isnt even asking for my name he is ordering me to introduce myself and to apologies for wasting his time. Well your majesty you knocked on the wrong door. I stood up, gathered my stuff, 'again', and head to the exit door. I havent taken a step yet and a hand took a firm hold on my wrist. What! I snapped in his face, my eyes boiling with utter anger. Unsurprisingly he was shocked with my reaction but I had a lot of problem in my life that thought me one important thing. 'DONT YOU DARE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN' I threatened through gritted teeth. Finally he let go of my hand and I was able to make it to my car. I called our driver when I got out of class so he was waiting for me to take me home.

The car ride was silent as usual, I put my earphones, and zone out, and for a couple of minute at least I can escape reality. I got my car license two month ago so I would usually drive to school but today I didnt feel like driving. I just need a vacation from everything going on. I miss my old life. I miss the being surrounded by the people I love and I care about. They all left me. They all escaped in their own way, each one more painful than the other.

The last one was my boyfriend, well I should say ex- boyfriend his name was Jayden but I would always call him Jay. He was the cutest guy I ever met. Blond hair, hazel eyes, fit, smart, organized. Well he was every girl's wish, the kind of guy every father want his daughter to date.

He was my perfect match. We completed each other so well. Our fights were rare and even so small we would always look at it positively and take it to our advantage. I really loved him and I knew he would go to the moon and back for me.