A/N: Yea, yea, I'm making a new story. I'm not going to ditch my other story, but I've got lots of ideas for this story, and the other one is coming close to an end. So…enjoy?

Decoded:
Regular letters are the story.
Bolds are decoded words.

Pronunciations
Keir: Kai-yur

-Let Him In-
Chapter One- A Murdered Biffy & Almost Kissing The Ground
Author: Out-Spoken-Runaway

"YOU KILLER! YOU MURDERER! YOU KILLED BIFFY!" I screamed, red-faced at my supposed-to-be-friend.

"Riley, it was JUST a pinecone! You have REAL friends!" My friend, Julie, said to me.

I stared at her. She's nuts, nuts I tell you! She's been psycho the day I met her! 'JUST' a pinecone?! Pfft…

"'Just' a Pinecone?! 'JUST' a Pinecone?! Do you have ANY idea how long it took me to find my best friend?" I glared at Julie, throwing blades of grass on her hair. She shook them off, her long blond hair flowing after her.

"Yea, it took you just about 3 seconds." My other friend, Alyssa, said while rolling her eyes. I glared at her.

"But it was special! It was a souvenir from Jimmy 2! Now he'll think I don't care! Some friend you are!" Julie batted her mascara-filled eyelashes, her baby blue eyes sticking out. She threw me an air kiss. In return, I stuck out my tongue at her.

"You're so evil Julie! It was Riley's Pinecone! Hey, look at the bright side, now you'll get to visit The Pinecone Sanctuary!" Ilea spoke. I glared at her. Optimistic in the morning, how could she? That fully defaced our unwritten book of rules. One day I'll get it published…

"Well hey, now you're awake in time for the first day of school. And can you PLEASE look normal for once?!" Julie smiled perkily at me. How I made friends with her, I had no idea.

I stared blankly at her. What was she talking about? I look completely normal. Long (try just below my mid-back) mahogany- red hair tied up hair, brushed neatly, un-dirty face and clothes. What was so wrong?

"Don't give me that look! You know what I mean! Can't you change into normal clothes, colour clothes? I mean, all you're wearing is a black tank, with 'Darkane' on it! Come on, who's ever of that? And your pants, it's baggy! And to make it worse, it's black as well. Wear a skirt, with your legs; you'll get so much attention! And what's on your hands? Fishnets? And your fingernails, your nail polish are chipped! And the colour is BLACK! And please, at least tell me your not wearing those stupid boots again!" Julie let out in one huff.

I just stared at her. How could someone say so much in one breath? I smirked. With us being opposites, I had so many chances to piss her off. And every single one I got, I took.

"Nope, they're CONVERSE!" I laughed. I knew she hated anything to do with converse, claiming that they looked duck-faced socks, and saying the company didn't have enough money to make proper shoes so they used carpet instead. I mean, come on! It's not carpet! It's got to be AT LEAST cotton!

She rolled her eyes, trying to get out the invisible wrinkles out from her clothes. Or maybe I should say her colourful clothes, whichever suits her best. She flipped her hair blond hair back, until it was settled at just below her shoulders, right when the bell rang.

I snorted, and headed in, ready to begin a new year. Or maybe choosing a new class to sleep in, since I had at least one boring teacher. Or maybe all.

Which brings me back to Biffy. He would've been a great companion, someone to help me get through all of my classes. He's quite smart; he's whispered all the answers to me, unlike Julie, who I can count her IQ with one foot. But don't get me wrong, Julie's a great friend. A great friend when you have 'boy' troubles, or are in desperate need of something to wear on a date, or for a dance, or for a good time, or for gossip. She's not actually that stupid either, by the book way of course. When it comes to street knowledge, common sense, she failed miserably.

"Hey Riles," I shot Alyssa an angered look. She gulped, and corrected herself. "Why do you always wear that athletic wrist band thing?"

I felt the blood drain from my face, while my hands turned colder.

"Um, I've always liked it, and it matches with what I wear, so I…wear it." I gave her a smile, while she smiled back. Her face told me 'oh, ok', while her eyes told me 'Sure, and I have three heads.' Hey, anything's possible. Except for the non-existence of aliens.

"Yea, but you've been wearing it since 8th grade." I didn't reply, and she knew fully well that this subject had just been dropped.

Have you ever thought of what would happen if squirrels were to rule the world? Honestly, with their ugly little beady eyes…and ugly furry little tails…I swear, Sporfes can kick their ass any day. I hope they get stabbed, over and over again, until they DIE! ALL OF THEM!

The ground decided now was a wonderful timing to say 'hello' to me, as I soon found myself face-to-face with it. Like a conference, except not so close. There was only one difference; my face wasn't pressed on the concrete like so many times before, but just about 3 inches away.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath, or the fact that something was holding me too. I screamed, and was instantly pulled up. My biggest disadvantage was the fact that I had been dragging my backpack, so my back was having a conversation with a chest.

I can definitely say that this 'thing' was male, considering it had nothing…poking out.

I screamed once more, and was turned quickly around, ready to pull out my awesome (and imaginary, but shh, no one has to know), kick-ass ninja moves. I was in a fighting position, when I finally looked at the devil that decided that it was ok to touch me. Anti-touching, remember that.

'It' raised an eyebrow, giving me a look. 'It' smiled, and took a step towards me, right when I took a step back.

"Don't worry pretty lady, I ain't no squirrel aiming to take over the world." He smirked, while I glared. I hadn't realized I said that out loud.

"Yea, well you decided it was ok to touch me." I spat back.

Instead of frowning, his smirk grew wider. "Well, considering the fact that you bumped into me first, I could've just let you fall. But being the gentleman I am, also being extremely handsome, I decided to catch you." He finished with a wink, and entered the school.

I stood there, still in a fighting stance. I glared at his broad shoulders, daggers shooting out from my eyes. So what if he had gorgeous deep dark green eyes that I've always wanted but got stuck with an icy-blue eye colour instead? And so what that he had perfect black hair that was styled like a Mohawk with red and green and blue highlights that I've always found attractive? So what if he had his eyebrow pierced twice, and his lip pierced on the right side (which is uberly awesome)? So what if he had beautifully smooth pale skin? That doesn't make him gorgeous!

I stuck my tongue out at his back, until someone decided it was alright to drag me into hell-I mean school.

"It's ok Riley; you can find another Pinecone after school. RIP Biffy." I allowed Ilea to drag me into the school, until I found my locker. The first day of school was always hell. I was only glad that this was my final year, that and that Ilea's locker was to my right. At least I had a friend for the year.

"Ahh, squirrelly, how nice to see you again! Plan on kissing the floor once more?" A mocking voice whispered into my ear.

I jumped, being very squirmish and a victim of being very easy to scare, and whipped around, ready to jump who ever dared to compare me to the vile creature, also known as a 'squirrel'.

But, I stopped right when I was about to jump on their back and bite their shoulder off, seeing that it was the idiot who thought touching Riley Anderson was all right. I glared at 'it', and was that close to spitting on him, and melt him into a puddle. Yes, my spit is VILE!

"The name's Keir. Seeing as your right beside me, what's the fair maiden's name?" He smiled, what seemed almost genuinely, but I didn't believe him, not for a second. All guys are horrible, and deserve to be spit on by gum.

I smirked. "I ain't telling you." With that, I turned to my locker.

"Hey Riley, what's your homeroom?" I cringed when Ilea called my name, knowing now that 'it' heard her.

"Aww, isn't that nice, little Riley." 'It' sneered. I, being the freak I am, stuck my tongue out at him. He grabbed my cheeks, making my lips poof out. He was smirking, his face a little to close for comfort.

"Little Riley seems to have a problem with sticking her tongue out. Don't think I didn't you see when my back was turned." 'It' leered closer then necessary, and stayed in position longer then needed. As if that was needed at all.

I snorted (extremely attractively, might I add), and pushed him right into the lockers. I'm betting it was very…odd, to see two seniors, one 'it', a whole lot taller then the girl, holding her by her cheeks, while 'it' was pushed against the lockers.

"Lemf…guu…uff…meh…cheks." (Let go of my cheeks.) I stated sternly. I doubt he got the message, as all he did was laugh. He came even closer, making me angrier.

"Iff yuh dogn't leck guu uff meh cheks, I'll keeck jor ess." (If you don't let go of my cheeks, I'll kick your ass.) I gave 'it' the most angry look I could muster, but instead of scampering away like all the freshmans do because I'm supposedly intimidating to them (although my height doesn't really contribute, considering I'm only 5'4), he just laughed. I'm thinking it had to do with the fact that he's just about…oh let's say…a fucking foot taller then me! So that makes him…just about 6'4. That made me…just a bit below his well-built shoulders that I wasn't staring at. I swear I wasn't, stop giving me that look!

"You? You and your midget self are going to hurt me?" He laughed, his face leering even closer to mine. I scowled, thinking of spitting on him. Just I'm not sure this 'Keir' fellow would like that. Anyways, who the hell did he think he was? Just because he was a lot taller then I was and could easily hurt me doesn't make him better then me!

He let go of me, laughing even harder now. I placed my hands on my hips, unimpressed by his immaturity.

"YOU dare call ME a MIDGET?! PFFT, I might not have a lot of height on my side, but I'm STILL INTIMIDATING!" I said hastily, knowing what he was just going to keep laughing.

But he didn't, instead he did the exact opposite. He stood up, staring straight into my eyes, standing up to his full height. It kind of made me want to cower away, but I instead stood up to my full height, in which he made me feel…like a midget. But he doesn't have to know that.

I had to look up to see his eyes, and he had to look down to see mine. Life so isn't fair.

"You're not intimidating, or tall. You have to look up to see me." He scoffed, while I scowled.

"That's because your so fricken tall." I derided.

"Or maybe because your so fricken short."

"Or maybe it's because both of you like to flirt with each other." A voice laughed right behind us. I'm guessing that it was Adla, because she loved to embarrass me. And I the same.

My head snapped in Adla's direction, although I was still pissed off at that…'thing' called 'Keir' who dare defy my height. I nodded at Adla, acknowledging the fact that she actually bothered coming to school, instead of skipping it.

"Obi-clot." I said, remembering that she was back from her trip to Ireland. And can you guess why she went to Ireland in the first place? It was ALL because her favourite guitarist- Benji Madden, from Good Charlotte was having a concert. In my opinion, Good Charlotte is an okay-band, but not really my style. She, on the other hand, absolutely loves Good Charlotte. Heck, when we were 13 she made a vow to meet Benji and get married to him. Not even I was, or am, that scary.

She grinned. "Hey Rye, Ireland was so fricken awesome! I can't believe I actually met Benji! He was so nice! I can't believe you got me a back stage pass!" She gushed. This wasn't like the Adla I knew…but hey, even she has her stranger points.

"Pfft, I won those. But you know I'm not that into Good Charlotte, so bleh." I smiled. She entered that contest just about 5000 times, and I just once, (because she forced me, mind I say,) and I ended up winning. Very odd indeed.

"How come you can't smile at me like that?" I heard a very whiny voice behind me complain.

I turned around and jeered at Keir.

"Because you're an annoying brat, and I can't stand you at all." I said smugly.

Just then, the second bell rang. "Oh, by the why, nice lip and tongue piercing." He winked at me, and sauntered into the classroom next door. Yes, I did have my tongue pierced, and my lip in the middle. I glared at his back, hoping that the friction of my glares, and the ashy-ness of his hoodie would cause him to simultaneously combust. But life hates me, so he walked away unharmed. Although I doubt his sweater is actually ashy…

I walked into the classroom directly in front of 'Keir's' class, and took a seat. I hated homeroom; none of my friends had it with me. The person next to me, (mind I say was a bit…chubby, with tons of freckles, with super-sonic thick glasses that I'm sure had lasers), kept rambling on about how great the new year is going to be, and how many friends she's going to make, and how popular she's going to be. Best of luck to her.

I felt someone stabbing me in the side, and being ticklish, very ticklish, I yelped. And said 'Tickle me not, I didn't steal the pickle.' Of course, part of the class gave me an impish stare, while a few laughed, and others just grunted. The ones who grunted were the ones who knew my…'different' ways.

Through blurry, unawake eyes I saw someone talking to the teacher, then coming closer to me. Instead of being a smart little idiot, trying to appear awake, like I hadn't been sleeping, I decided it would be ok if I just decided to fall back asleep. Not exactly the brightest idea.

It wasn't even shortly after I fell into a hazy half asleep, half awake, half sleeping, when someone decided it was ok to poke me again. I quickly jolted in my sleep, almost fully awake. Remember I said 'almost', meaning I still couldn't think clearly.

I swatted the hand away, trying to find a comfy position, and trying to fall back asleep. I felt someone tap my shoulder, as I swatted the hand away again. The hand grabbed my wrist, and held it, making me hide my other wrist by instinct.

I raised my head, very tired. The figure in front of me was way too tall to be our teacher, Mrs. Gondolier, who was a slightly chubby woman, with glasses perched on her nose 24/7. She reached a pathetic 5'1, and was very stern. She tried to be young; to fit in. She wore frilly skirts that showed her stick legs; reminding me of a butterball.

"What the fuck do you want?" I said tiredly. I laid my head back down; hoping whoever it was would just crawl in a whole and die.

"Little Riles; you're in the wrong homeroom." My head instinctively snapped up at the sound of 'its' voice.

"W-What?" I glared at him. No one, but no one called me…(insert shudder here) 'Riles'. There's nothing behind it; I just don't like it. It sounded way too prissy.

"If you were listening, you would know what I said. Just get your shit and follow me." He said gruffly.

"And why should I do that?" I glared at him, without moving. It definitely was him, with his (sexy) Mohawk.

"Because, little Riles, you're in the wrong homeroom." He smirked, while I desperately tried hard to fight the oncoming blush.

I grabbed my stuff, embarrassed, (and unhappy that this dipshit in front of me had to come and get me) and followed Keir to the class directly in front of Ms. Gondolier's.

"Ah! Riley, so nice of you to join us today." Mr. Whitesheer said bitterly. He hated everyone for no reason; something I could relate to when I was mad, or in my hermit mood, but otherwise he was annoying.

He was tall teacher, though not as tall Mr. I-have-a-big-fat-ego over there, but just about 6 feet. He wasn't fat, or skinny, just average. He was a middle-aged teacher, early to middle forties, that stressed way too much for his age. I don't know if he's married; but if he was, his wife probably was a loner like him. I've had the displeasure of having him teach me history for the past 3 years here at Woodsburrow High.

"Riley, I said you could sit beside Julie! Now move it!" He barked, breaking me out of my trance.

I quickly spotted Julie, making my there. I smiled as I sat down, talking until homeroom ended.

Well, I talked to her until someone poked my side. I mean, come on! How low can you go? Everyone knows to avoid poking my sides; they know how extremely ticklish I am, and they know how pissed off I can get. So they tend to avoid that. This person was clearly asking for a death wish.

So, as a result, I squealed (very high pitched, might I add), and fell out of my chair. A few students burst out laughing, while others took no notice. Mr. Whitesheer raised his eyebrow at me, and I quickly scrambled back onto my chair, very red-faced.

I quickly turned around in my chair, glaring at the idiot. Unsurprisingly, it was Keir. I should've known.

Wait…

He's right behind me. That means I have to suffer with him behind me for the rest of my life! Life hates me, life really hates me.

"You fucking idiot!" I whispered harshly. "No one pokes me!" I wanted to strangle him, but that'd have to wait until there were no witnesses. And no giggling Julies around as well.

"Hmm…" Keir leaned towards me, smirking, instead of cowering away, with a scared expression on his face. "Did I find Little Riles' weakness?"

"I don't have any weaknesses, fucker!" I snapped. So I lied, so my real weakness was my unhealthy ticklishness, but hey…it's not my fault! I blame DNA!

"Sure, so..." He paused, pretending he could actually think, and then said, "If I poked your side…nothing would happen right? I mean, you'd just fall out of your chair gripping your side, squealing, then laugh?" His smirk grew even wider, while my frown just increased.

Just then, the bell rang. From then on, I knew today would be the longest day ever. Not that any days were shorter.