--------------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue "He did it to me! It's not my fault! I told you how he drew me in, how he tricked me! But it's not enough is it? You don't trust me. I hate y-" "ENOUGH." he looked at me with this pained expression and the realisation of what I almost said to him washed over me. "I don't. Please don't leave me. I'm sorry it's him! He's ridden me with this paranoia! I feel so alone!" I whined. "You sound pathetic, Pagan. None of this was him. He loved you with more passion than needed, yes. But he didn't make you do anything. It was all you. You were the one who said yes to meeting him, to spending every second with him. He didn't shove it on you. He only pestered slightly." I fell to my knees with the weight of his words: 'You sound pathetic, Pagan'. I clutched his left leg, clinging to him desperately. "No, get off. Pagan, go away. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE." I scrambled to my feet, reluctantly going to the door. "Please don't send me away… I-I love you…" He dropped my gaze. "No Pag. You've changed, wheres the girl before him? The girl who I saved a seat for in the bus? The first person I wanted to see in the morning? Wheres that girl?" "He drove her away…" "No! No he didn't! When will you accept that you did this? Grow up." And with that I left his house, my tears mixing with the raindrops... ---------------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------ Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ Ｏｎｅ Ｐａｇａｎ Asher's head lulled against my shoulder. To this day I have no idea how he falls asleep on the twenty minute ride to school. His dark fringe flopped over his right eye, the sides of his head, still shaved. I fiddled with my lip ring, considering whether I should wake him or let him be. Mentally shrugging, I decided to let him sleep; he barely gets an hour as it is. He has a new toy every week and uses it -them- as often as possible. I've had too many accusations of us being friends with benefits to count but we're not like that. We've been friends before we were born but no one can deny his attractiveness, even me. But Asher Morgan is the best bad influence EVER. Suddenly, I felt eyes on me; boring into my back and I scoured each person for watching eyes. In the end my eyes met Leif Montgomery staring at me. I raised my eyebrows, arms folded quizzically. He didn't look away. I glared at his muddy brown eyes and a flicker of a smile appeared across his face. Freak. "Ohmigosh! Leif look at my new earrings!" He looked over at Jessica Moore, his girlfriend after rolling his eyes at her comment. Understandably. That girl was a slut. A stupid, moronic, egotistical slut. Asher pressed his face into my shoulder and my attention focused on him. "Morning butter bug." I said. "Morning Pag…,"he mumbled, groaning afterwards. "How much longer have I got?" "Well, since we're about 20 metres away from the school entrance… about thirty seconds." He groaned again. "FML." "Well, you shouldn't stay up so late shagging Kimberly Moore." Kimberly more is Jessica's sister, hence the last name and she's also butter bug's new catch. "Alright kids. Get the hell off my bus." Henry (the bus driver) chuckled. Time for another day of Year 11. Yippee. I turned my head to see Asher banging his head against the window, repeating the phrase 'FML' ceaselessly. ------------------------------------------------
By the way for you americans year 11 is like being a sophomore in High school. Pagan, Asher and Leif are all 16.