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Chapter One
"Smile!"
My books almost fall out of my arms due to the heart jumping surprise I suffer through when I hear the familiar click of a camera go off. I whip my head to the side and see my best friend, Chloe, holding the newest Canon camera up to her smiling face.
She laughs and flips the camera around, waving it slightly so that I can barely see the most likely horrid picture of me on the screen.
"I think this one should go on the cover of the yearbook." She hums with a sly smile.
I look closer at the small screen and cringe at the picture she captured. I was mid-scowl when she took it, so my light pink lips look as if they've been poorly sewn together. My dark brown eyes are squinted since I was apparently in the middle of blinking, and somehow she managed to capture me looking utterly cross eyed. My chocolate hair that I actually took the time to make look wavy this morning instead looks tangled and frizzy, and I know for a fact it didn't look like that just a few seconds ago.
"I get that I'm not a photogenic person, but really?" I grunt, looking away from the picture to put my books away since my arm is about to collapse from the weight.
Chloe laughs and turns her camera off, carefully placing it in it's bag- always slung around her shoulder. "It's not the most flattering picture ever, no. But the camera lied, you actually look really good today." She compliments.
I smile over at her and then glance down at my outfit. "Thank you, I put some effort into it this morning believe it or not."
I chose simple light wash jeans, a dark brown belt and ankle boots, and topped it off with the most uncomfortable sweater on the face of the earth. "I could have chosen a softer sweater though." I mutter, itching my arms as the fabric creates rash-like symptoms on my skin.
"Next time try out American Eagle's soft and sexy section." Chloe offers, struggling to put the lens cap on her camera. "They may not look completely sexy all the time, but they are soft." She says, finally snapping the cap into place.
People like to say that Chloe and I look like we are sisters. We both share the same brown eyes and brown hair, our face shapes are scarily similar; hell, even our noses could be switched and no one would be able to tell the difference.
As for our personalities though, that's where we differ.
Chloe is a little bit more reserved than I am. When it comes to boys, she struggles to find what to do. I myself am no boy magnet, I've only ever had one real relationship and it only lasted two months, but it's more male contact than she's ever had. She doesn't take as many risks as me, not that I take a lot in the first place...
I'm the sarcastic one of our dynamic duo, and she's the brains. She's a full IB student, head yearbook photographer, and excels in everything she does. Perfect home life, perfect family, and it sometimes annoys the shit out of me. Nonetheless, I love her just as if we were related by blood and nothing will ever change that. If she didn't annoy me, our friendship wouldn't be authentic.
I lean my back against my locker, my backpack on the floor next to me so that I don't look like a lopsided turtle. "Speaking of pictures, are you shooting volleyball after school or do you need a ride home?"
She finishes zipping up the camera bag and shakes her head. "I have to shoot the game, but I have time for dinner before hand if we go now."
I smile, "Sounds good."
"Chipotle?"
I look up at her and fake a tear, lifting my hand to wipe away the non-existent drop. "You know me so well." I cry, sniffling to add to the effect.
Chloe laughs and shakes her head at me. "You're so dramatic."
"Says the girl that freaks out over one B on her report card." I retort with a sly smile, causing her to smirk and shut up.
Chuckling at her, my eyes start to wander down the hall to the other students rushing to leave for the day. I watch the freshmen stare at the upperclassmen with wide eyes, avoiding them at all costs. The rumors spread over at the middle school must really horrify them, because this bunch is the most terrified class I've seen yet. I keep looking at the passing students when my eyes land on the guy I like to associate with Lucifer.
Hayden Summers.
They say Lucifer is a fallen angel with dangerously handsome looks, that just one wink and any girl will fall at his feet and do his every command. I won't lie, Hayden fits the description. He has jet black hair that contrasts his striking blue eyes and has the body of a God that perfectly fills out every shirt he wears; it doesn't even matter if he isn't your type because every girl on the face of the earth finds him attractive. But it doesn't matter because he's an ass. Like Lucifer.
He isn't an ass in the fact he's a bully. He just isn't very respectful in my opinion. He's simply too cocky for his own good. He knows that he's every girls dream and uses it to his advantage.
He's not a player, because he doesn't sleep with girl after girl, he just leads countless girls on and convinces each of them that they could end up being the one to tame the tease. The epitome of hopeless fantasies.
I nod towards him, "There's Hayden." I say, distaste seeping into my words.
He's standing at his locker just down the hall from mine with some girl pressed up against the lockers. His lips carry his ever so famous smirk as his hand trails up and down her body, his eyes practically undressing her by the second.
Without realizing it, I roll my eyes and push off of my locker. "You should get a picture of that and put it in the yearbook with the headline 'Another Day Another STD.'" I say as I lift my backpack up off the floor and hoist it over my shoulder.
Chloe barks out a laugh and glances over at them, "You don't like him."
"What on earth makes you think that?" I exclaim and she smirks at my obvious sarcasm.
"If I didn't know any better I would think your undeniable hatred for him was just to cover up a secret ache in your heart to have him." She sneers with amusement dancing in her brown eyes.
I huff, "Really funny, Chloe."
"I thought so." She laughs.
I shake my head and glance back at him. "He's a douche. He knows he's hot as hell, and uses it to his advantage. I don't think he's ever even heard the word 'humble.'"
I look back down the hall to see his best friend, Cole Knight, sauntering up to him. Cole is a different brand of hot. He has dark brown hair and boyish looks that he somehow mixes with a bad boy persona. He's like Hayden in the fact he kisses everything with boobs, but he seems like the more down to earth of the two. His build is the exact same, and his jawline looks as though God carved it himself; very similar to Hayden's devilishly handsome facial structure.
Cole sends a small slap to the back of Hayden's head, causing him to pull away from the doe-eyed girl. Hayden winks at her, and my guess is that he says something about an empty promise to call her later before ushering her away. And he watches her ass as she goes.
"You know, you really can't blame the girls that fall victim to him. I mean, have you seen him? Damn." Chloe breathes as we start walking towards the school doors.
I roll my eyes, "Yeah he's hot, like model level, but with a personality like that? His attractiveness meter goes way down."
She stops walking and raises a brow at me, her eyes practically smirking at me. "Attractiveness meter? Did you really just make that up?"
I sheepishly shrug and she laughs, shaking her head at me. "You're insane."
I chuckle, but then I turn around and glance back at Hayden in time to see him winking at another girl walking by.
"It's just a shame that such good looks got wasted on such a vile personality." I sigh, shrugging before focusing my attention back ahead of me.
Chloe snorts. "You've never had a conversation with him, Reagan. I get he's not the most appealing personality, but how do you know he's so bad?"
"He just is. Just look at the way he carries himself..." I mutter.
Instead of responding, Chloe diverts the conversation. "So, get any more love letters?"
A blush rises on my cheeks and I glance down at the floor. I hear her gasp and I look up to see her smiling widely.
"You did!" She exclaims, shoving me in her excitement before opening the door for us.
I laugh and nod at her, my blush stuck to my cheeks. "I did."
For the past month or so, once or twice a week, I've been receiving anonymous love letters.
I haven't a clue who's writing them, hence the word anonymous, but I know that I don't want him to stop. These letters really mean a lot to me; I always look forward to reading what my secret admirer has in store for me.
He has an amazing way with his words. He's able to write just a few sentences that carry a meaning deep enough to have me smiling for hours.
He doesn't say anything empty of meaning, and he doesn't overdo it either. He really makes me believe the things he says without feeling creeped out by being watched. Some girls may be a little weirded out to get these letters claiming one's love for them without him even knowing her, but the way he writes the letters... I could never see him as anything but sweet.
"What did it say this time?" Chloe asks as we walk towards my car: a 2003 light green Mini Cooper that is still chugging along after my grandmother used him to drive cross country.
Kermit is what I like to call him since his color matches so perfectly to the lovable Muppet and his headlights resemble Kermit's eyes.
"He had this amazing metaphor about what I mean to him. I couldn't stop smiling all morning." I grin, narrowly avoiding sighing dreamily. But then my dream gets cut short and I get a dose of reality. "But, then again it could still be someone messing with me."
"You won't know until you find out who it is." She reasons, jumping into the passenger side of Kermit.
"I doubt I'll find out anytime soon. Besides, what if he ends up saying it was all a joke?"
"He won't."
"You don't know that."
"Neither do you." She retorts with a sly smile.
"I just don't want to get my hopes up." I sigh as I fish around my backpack for my keys.
I finally find them hidden beneath a leftover pop tart from my morning's breakfast and dust the crumbs off of them. Sliding the key into the ignition, my car coughs to life and I start to back out of my parking spot. I check the road to make sure no cars are coming before speeding out of the school parking lot.
"I don't know what I'm doing to make this guy so devoted to me, and I really don't think I even deserve him. Because from the letters... I have little room to doubt him."
I'm not naive. I know Prince Charming may not exist for me- high school sweethearts don't have the best rate of staying together. I refuse to get my hopes up, but with the letters he sends...it's hard not to.