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And Love Can Change It All

Chapter 1

The rain was falling silently and bouncing off the already wet concrete. There was a chill in the air, it was late October. People had their blinds and curtains closed, as if to block out light, which I found stupid, as it was night. The only light was that from the street lights, marking a long wet road in both directions. The few people who were walking about this night, probably buying last minute Halloween decorations, had hoods up to protect their hair from going into that wavy state. Except for me of course. I stood there, on the side walk, alone and cold, and really not caring about the looks I got. I was caked in blood, not all my own. The cold rain, pouring over me was bliss. I didn't talk, I didn't even move. I just stood there, statue like, up until I heard the sirens. Once I had heard them, seen the flashing lights in the distance, I ran. I didn't have anywhere to go, but I ran and just kept going. Now I'm sitting in a dark alley, its soon going to be light and yet, I'll sit here, because tonight, I lost everything.

It was about two years ago that it happened. I was just an average girl. Average weight, average height, average grades. I sat in the middle of all my classes. I done my work, wasn't the best scorer, but I wasn't the worst. My long, waist length brown hair was always tied up. I didn't wear make-up or designer clothing. My parents were happily married, expecting a new baby, whom we later found out was my new baby brother, whom was called Joe.
Anyway, it was, as I said, two years ago, and was in the Summer. It was last period on a Monday and I was sitting in my art class, drawing a picture of a hand clutching an apple, when a guy in my year, but not my class walked past. He was slightly taller than average, his hair was shaggy and longer than normal. It hung unkempt and black around his small, pale face. His features were also small, his white teeth pulled at the corner of his bottom lip. The other corner of his thin lip had a sliver metal hoop through it. His big eyes, were a dark brown, so dark, at times they seemed black. He wore all black, his jeans were skin-tight, and he wore his skin-tight black shirt unbuttoned to show off a grey top underneath. Under his grey top it was easy to see the well toned muscles of his chest. He walked right past me, up a few desks and stopped where Chloe sat. Chloe was beautiful. If I was to put her into a stereotype it would be scene, she was quite short. I sat there, pencil still in my hand, hovering above the paper, as I watched him. And as I watched him, he pulled out a cigarette and there and then, in the middle of art, he sparked up and started smoking. I didn't realise I was staring at him until he turned and looked at me. I gasped slightly and looked away, down onto my drawing. I could still feel his eyes burn into me. I was thankful of the loud ringing of the bell that told us we were free to go home. I threw everything in my backpack and quickly left the room.

I didn't slow down until I was out of the school gates, then after that I started off in the direction of my house at a nice, even pace. I had been walking for about 10 minutes when he walked up to me and stood in front of me. He was smoking again. I coughed as he blew a puff of smoke in my face.
"Why am I so interesting to look at girly?" He said, a harsh tone to his velvet like voice. The sun cast shadows on his face. I wasn't sure how to answer, I watched silently as he raised the cigarette to his small mouth and inhaled deeply. He shut his eyes and held his breathed. When I didn't reply he sighed, letting out the smoke. He opened his eyes.
"Well?..." His eyes were hard. When I spoke my voice sounded weak. I looked up at him.

"I... I dunno, you fascinated me I guess. I'm sorry." I looked down. I tried to sidestep him but he moved into my path again. I looked at him, his head was tilted to the side, a small smirk played across his lips. He leaned closer to me, his lips next to my ear.
"You fascinate me too girl." He laughed as I pulled away, and without thinking I shoved him from my way and ran home.

The next day at school I was jumpy for all of it. I jumped at every little sound, every time someone said my name, everything somebody walked past me. But I never did see him. It took about a week for that feeling to finally leave. I didn't see that strange guy at school again until Friday. And Friday was the day it all changed. I stayed after school to finish some work when he walked up to me. He had changed since I last saw him, but I couldn't figure out what. He was wearing a long, ankle length black leather trench coat and a different pair of skinny jeans. He wore a red top and no shirt. He smirked at me.
"Hey girly, how are you feeling? Heard you've been jumpy lately. Hope it wasn't my doing." I shook my head, he just laughed.

"So, what should I call you?" He asked. I looked at him, just as the people who were walking past.
"What?"
"Your name, girly, what is it?" He looked at me as if I were a fool. I looked back at him. I was uncertain if I should tell him or not. Luckily, I didn't need to make that choice, because just then the bell rang and my Biology teacher let us into the classroom, and he just stood there. Who was he? What was his name? And why did he seem so fascinated by me? There were plenty of other people here.

I found it hard to concentrate in Biology. I couldn't help but think of him. Laura Smith, one of those "perfect" blond chicks that everyone wants to bed. It was common knowledge that she was easy.
"Hey, Amy!" She said, her voice too cheery. I smiled at her. "Are you hanging out with that freak Jared?" Her voice was thick with disgust. I wanted to defend him, Jared, the oh-so-beautiful Jared, but I couldn't. Not only because I wasn't actually hanging out with him, but also because Laura could make my life hell. So instead of defending him I laughed.
"No. God no. He's.... like a total weirdo." I replied, hoping she's buy it. Which, judging by her laugh and nod of approval, she did.

When the bell rang, I was hoping to see Jared, but I didn't want anyone to see it, so I took longer, it was lunch anyway, so there was no need to rush to my next class. Sure enough, when I did step out the classroom, Jared was there, leaning against the wall. He turned to me, and before he could speak I held out my hand.
"Jared, I'm Amy. And very average. What makes you so fascinated by me?" He laughed and took my hand.
"Nice to meet you. And what is fascinating is that you don't seem scared of me." He smiled, and as he did I noticed the change in him, he had a fading red line across his right eyebrow. I warily raised my hand, and gently, I ran a finger along the fresh scar.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice shaking. He turned away.
"Nothing"
"Jared, you can tell...."
"Nothing! See you later Amy, I need a smoke." And with that he turned and walked away.