Chapter One:

I stood by my locker, my books clutched to my chest – a nervous habit – ready to leave school. Finally. After six long, boring hours of school. With my book bag slung over my shoulder, my books, folder and laptop clutched in my arm, I walked from the room, my dirty blonde hair flying in my face.

"Hey, Ella!" a familiar voice called.

Instinctively, I turned to face the persecutor who called my name.

Shockingly, it was Beth, the most popular girl in school. Uh-oh. This cannot be good. When Beth calls you, personally, you try to avoid her. But, because of my annoying habit to look up whenever my name is called, I couldn't exactly pretend I didn't hear her. There was no one else around that could have called me. With a sigh, I walked towards her.

"Here." She said, in her fake chipper voice. She handed me a blinding hot pink piece of paper.

"What's this?" I whispered, more to myself than to her.

"it's an invitation." She chirped.

My eyes narrowed, of their own accord. "to what?"

She rolled her eyes. "you have to read it to know that."

With a sigh, I opened the paper, and tried not to gawk at the sparkling flowers and butterflies decorating the border of it.

To: Ella Mae

You are invited to Beth's eighteenth birthday party.

At: Angel Dust Night Club

Time: 7:00 p.m

Dress Code: Make sure you show legs and cleavage. And you MUST wear angel wings. Nothing boring.

Hoping you can come, hugs and kisses,


I stared at the paper slightly longer than necessary. Show legs and cleavage? What the hell type of party was this?

"So, can you come?" she asked, putting on a puppy dog look that made me want to gag. But, my mother taught me better than that.

"When is it?"


"Short notice, much?" I mumbled.

She frowned. "If you want, I can help you find something to wear."

"No that's fine."

The frown disappeared. "So you're coming?"

I nodded. I mean, it was Friday, and I had nothing planned, but to watch scary movies in my Sponge Bob Square Pants boxers and bra. (ah, the joys of having your own apartment).

"Yay." She clapped, then kissed me on the cheek and ran off.

I stared at the back of her head, bemused as her pixie cut bobbed up and down with her running. What had I gotten myself into?

I walked home slowly, cursing myself for forgetting my car. (I claim I forgot it to help save the environment, but really, it was just me being stupid and forgetting how to open my garage door. Shut up, I know, totally stupid). I was totally lost in my thoughts, so I didn't notice the black Sedan that was following me for three blocks. Well, I noticed it now.

I turned around. The windows were open, but I couldn't see into them, not from this angle, I did know that I could throw a rock and it would either smash glass, or hit the person in the eye. I didn't know which was more tempting. But, being a pacifist (Grrr), I decided, to resort to verbal abuse.

"Do you have a problem?" I yelled, my hands on my hips.

The car stopped, and out stepped the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. He had deep maroon hair, pale skin and bright grey eyes, flecked with red and hazel. Can we say, yum? I mean, I am always one to perv on hot guys, I'm just not so obvious about it. My jaw practically hung open.

I decided to hide my feelings with attitude, as usual. "What's wrong? Why are you following me? Sorry, I've already got a puppy following me around, I don't need another one."

Amusement flashed across his features. "Actually, I'm lost, I was kind of hoping you would help me find my way."

Gah! That voice! Dear God.

"And you thought stalking me would help?"

"I was actually calling to you, but you were content on not listening to me."

I sighed. "Where are you going?"

"Michelangelo Boulevard."

"That's a couple of streets away from mine. I'll take you there, if you want."

He smiled. "Sure, I'd love that."

Then he waved at the car and it drove off. Please tell me he didn't have his own personal driver. Ugh, the world hates me, forcing me to be stuck with the posh new boy. And so we walked.

"So, what's your name?" he asked.

"Eloise." I grimaced.

"Eloise." He said, as if he was testing the way my name tasted.

"Ella, for short."


"And you?"

"Cassiel." He replied.

I did a double take. "Whoa. Seriously? As in the Angel Cassiel?"

He gave me a side long look. "Don't remind me."

I laughed.

And then we were there. "Well, this is your street."

"Thank you. I'll see you tonight."

My eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"Angel Dust Night Club?"

I frowned. "How did you . . . ?"

"I saw the invitation in your hand."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, I'll see you there . . ." I paused. "Maybe."

And then I walked away. Okay, so I still wasn't scratching out stalker. That invitation was put into my bag the second Beth had run off. So, how had he known? I hadn't seen anyone there. It was a small school, in a small town and Beth and I were the only one's with free periods. So, how did he know?

Well, Ella, looks like you've got a stalker.

Groan. Great. Just great.