Well hello there! I'm new to (writing wise). I have read many many slashes and call me crazy but they're just oh so awesome! Anyways! This is something new I'm trying. I have never and don't usually write about high school drama because I think it's overrated. But hey! Maybe that's why I decided to give it a go. But enough of my ranting! Here is the beginning of A Reason Why. I hope my writing skills don't sound too childish and I hope this story draws all you fangirls in! I'm just another teenage girl trying to make it out into the world. Enjoy! R&R would be lovely! ;) (No pressure!)

Prologue

Everything Started Then

I always thought that my shyness and lack of social skills would lead to a life of loneliness. My life had finally given itself meaning the summer before my junior year when I saw him.

"Come on, Evan!"

"No."

"Please? It will be fun."

"No, Kate."

"Evan," she whined.

"Kate," I mocked.

"Please, Evan? You will have fun, I promise. Everyone I know goes to this club."

"Well maybe I don't want to be like everyone else, Katherine."

"Don't call me that," Kate growled.

"Oops," I snorted.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes. If you're not outside by then, I will drag you out of the house."

I groaned, "Alright, fine."

Kate was serious when she said it. She would drag me out of the house (literally). I had no choice but to oblige. She arrived right on time, as she was never late for anything and drove us to this teen club called "Underground Hotel." Why they named it that, I will never know and do not want to know.

When Kate and I entered the deafening building, I swear my eardrums burst. It was loud. A little too loud for my comfort, if I may say. I didn't want to be here and there was no one who I took interest in. Not ten minutes went by before Kate disappeared within the crowd. Fantastic. Now I'm all alone, leaning against the wall watching whores and sluts grind against anything that moved. Disgusting.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" a voice spoke over a loud speaker.

Screams and cheers reverberated through the building as the stranger on stage tried to calm the rowdy audience down.

"Good, good! We're glad you're enjoying yourselves! We have a special treat for you tonight, ladies and gentleman. "Hello Parker" is in the building!"

And just when I thought this place couldn't get any louder, eardrum-shattering squeals rang through the building. Who the hell was "Hello Parker"? I've never heard of them, so why should it matter? I know, I know, I'm complaining a lot, but why should I get over excited about a lame boy band that I've never heard of. Three men approached the stage. The first one looked like any other rock star; long blonde hair companied by a blue bandana. Of course he was shirtless. What would a band be without a shirtless guitarist? The bassist was not too far from the guitarist's features. He was shirtless too but his hair was brown and a few inches shorter than the blonde's. Or was it black? I don't know, I was standing too far to be precise. I couldn't see the third one, the drummer I'm guessing.

The second he turned around is when it hit me. My God, was he sexy! I don't mean sexy as in lingerie, I mean sexy as in I-want-to-take-him-home-and-fuck-him sexy. He was beautiful, flawless. I'm not even sure those are the right words to describe him. Indescribable! Yeah, that's it. His beauty was indescribable. He had jet black hair that fell in front of his icy blue orbs covering most of the left one. He was wearing a sleeveless muscle tee that outlined every abdominal and pectoral muscle. To whatever gay god that was up there, please, please let this drummer be gay.

My question was answered when some slut tossed her bra onto stage and aimed straight for him. He smirked at the red-headed chick before letting the article of clothing dangle from his microphone stand. Damnit. I probably would have left this pathetic excuse for a club if he wasn't so attractive. By now they were playing their fourth song. I didn't listen punk, so all four songs were unappealing to me, but for some reason I could bring myself to leave the club. My brain wouldn't comprehend with the rest of my body to pry my eyes away from his beauty. I didn't care if he was straight, I was in love. I know what you're thinking, howcan you love someone whom you've never met? Well, call it a new kind of love, I guess because I was in love. I loved the way his black hair that was drenched from sweat stuck to his forehead as his biceps flexed every time he pounded against the drum set. His beautiful sapphire eyes were closed as he let the chords from the instruments echo in his ears.

A pair of bony fingers pulled me out of reverie and I came in contact with Kate's green eyes. She was sweating profusely, probably from being scrunched between other screaming fangirls. "Did you have fun?"

"Oh, of course!" she squeaked. "You know I always do!"

"Good, now take me home."

"Why can't you live a little for moment in your life, Evan?"

"Have you ever thought that I may not want to live a little, Kate and I prefer to keep myself isolated in my sanctuary of a bedroom?"

She rolled her eyes and ran her painted fingers through her long auburn hair. As much as I adore Kate, she looked a bit like a slut tonight. I should be used to it by now since that genre of clothing had become her permanent attire.

"I guess we can go. I feel a little uncomfortable without a bra."

"Oh that's a first!" I teased. "Didn't you come to the club wearing one?"

"Yep," she giggled.

That's when it dawned on me. The red-headed slut that tossed her bra at himwas Kate! That bitch! I should have seen that coming. She was the type of girl to do something like that at any concert with a "hot guy." Female organs disgusted me to no avail. I could not help but capture another glance at him as he started to disassemble his drum set.

On that night, I swore I died a little inside when I believed that that was probably the first and last time I would ever lay eyes on that stunning man.