^^Prologue^^
"Sex On Fire" can be heard in the distance, even though it is almost drowned out by the sounds of the crowd cheering the game. This should be nothing but fun. I should be there too, perving over Caleb Followill's voice and screaming out support for my old team. This is not where I imagined I'd be today.
Today is my nineteenth birthday, and I'm in a peculiar situation with a strange ass dude.
First time I bumped into him I called him a bum, and we've come some way since then, but certainly not this far.
Clean and blazing Street-corner Romeo's got me pinned against the wall of my old homeroom with his hand muffling my mouth.
Now, I'm thinking maybe there's a chance I was right about him that first round we crossed paths. I should have ward Edward off with a big bat the second he crawled out that hole. Been like, "Beat it, fucker! Beat it! Hi-yah!" Drop-kicked his ass.
But I didn't. I thought he was cool... Why do I do this shit?
C's going to drive right on by postal and head straight down south to nuclear. He might make good on his usual threat that he'll add 'Warning: High Danger Fucking Magnetism' in ink to my forehead. Em will dream up some nice song and two-step for that shit for sure.
I try to fight Edward off as he speedily sticks his head out the door, but this is a game he's far better at than me.
Damn. It's shocking.
He isn't half as unhealthy as I thought he was back on the streets looking like he barely survived the war of the blankets. Now, free of the layers, tall, lean and muscular is proving his worth without knowing he's doing it.
More damn!
He pops his head back in. Coast outside is clear.
Then he locks the door, and I remember it isn't me the coast is clear for.
My heart skydives from pounding to flat-line.
Going to assume from his expression that my struggling is annoying him.
"My bad, dude. Totes. I'll try to make potential kidnapping or sexual assault easier for ya then?" Can't say it with my mouth covered but it's sounding subzero cold in my head.
Fuck this noise. I thought he was nerve-racking quiet, kind of sweet possibly, in spite of his entire mysterious funk and crazy arrival to town but no, wrong, very wrong. He knows what he's doing, what he needs to do, what he's looking for and where he's going.
Just like them.
And just like me.
I've met a lot of people in my short life, too many for someone so young. They all thought they knew what horror was. They knew nothing. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Horror is my family and I hope no one ever has the misfortune of meeting them— because, fuck, I never want to.
I have been fleeing from them since I was eight. They have been hunting me for far longer. How fragile a thing life is, is a lesson they taught me quick and early. I listened and learned good, good enough to beat it.
When your life is one big dangerous game you learn to choose your players wisely. In hindsight, I think Street-corner Romeo is trying to save me. I'm just not sure of it.
C is down the hall with a baked Em, and I wish they would think to come here. "Think to look for me! Damn it, C!" I beg mentally.
Edward appears mystifyingly reticent when he turns back. Releasing me he signals to me to 'be quiet' with his finger held up to his paler-than-usual pink lips. His crystal blue eyes look pleading and determined as he walks away.
He tests out the windows then slides his one of choice open. It's the same one I used to use to break into school at night. The perfect window. Third one from the right, the one that is the closest to the drainage pipes. Quickest way to scale up or down the building.
Like a smart chick I should use this time to get away, but intuition is a sad and detrimental thing to waste, my friend. You don't do that, not when you are one of us.
My instincts are heightened. Very fucking tragically so. I have impulse beating in me as naturally as one finds it to blink. These impulses hold true and ultimately, win out. The real thing I need to fear is outside, and the dark haired guy, so startling in his quietness that won't let me out, is my best shot at trying to stay alive.
We've scarcely said anything to each other, but I shut up and stay in the vacant classroom with him as he turns and walks with fast resolute strides back to me.
The scream that should be cracking glass to reach the ears of any passersby is wedged in my throat. Fear is pushing adrenaline through my veins with no restraint.
It's clear the far more horrifying option is what we are hiding from, and for now I know Street-corner Romeo is here to help.
There is something foreboding about this beautiful boy— something scarily familiar—but when he grabs my hand and runs, I have no choice but to trust him.
A/N: Used to be an own story I'm tweaking it to fit the fandom as it goes consequently there are a few changes in some characters appearances. 'Chapters' will be longer. Anything you want to know, ask me, I don't bite babes. Stick around if it works for you, I will love you for it.
FLOVE Dee (SapphireEyed-ValkyriePixie) and Lexi (KittyTylz) my cosmic pre-reading sisters who are in a crisis but still spread love and work hard. Not forgetting the awesome peeps at PTB.
Post numero uno, I know not whose reading so peeps that have read, thanks for joining me! I will learn your names soon, I'm known by my nick which is Phie.
Let me know what you think.
Catch ya later.
atPunkPrincessPix
Disclaimer: Twilight characters belong to Ms. Meyer. Story is mine.
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