Chapter 2

Kyle's pov (earlier that day.)

I woke to the sound of busily working maids and butlers. What the hell is going on? I remember thinking. Suddenly it hit me. My mother was throwing a party for me because I ended the semester with all A+'s and a 4.0 GPA. "Ugh" I groaned at the thought. I am totally sneaking out. I checked the time and saw I had slept into about noon. I quickly changed into something acceptable. My dirty blonde hair hung loosely in my bright green eyes. I walked over to my window and lazily pulled it open. I lived on the second floor but there was a convenient tree right outside my window. I climbed onto a branch being sure to close my window before climbing to the ground.

Call me selfish but my life is perfect. I have money I have friends, hell I even have good grades. I'm on top of the world and nothing could change that. I walked down Main Street in the direction of the supermarket. This withered old hag who honestly looked like an old piece of leather ran into me. "Watch where you going hag," I said shoving the old lady aside without a second thought. She fell and I heard a crack. I smirked at the sound. What? Did you break your hip? I teased maliciously inside my head. I dislike old people because old people are weak just like that damn kid in my grade. What was his name? Was it Michael? Mark? Marco! That's what the brat's name was!

He is incredibly weak. He ran into me on the first day when I was already pissed so I punched him in the face. When I realized how weak he was I chose him to be my daily target. My father taught me at a young age not to be weak. He beat me telling me to man up until I got the message. I know now to forever hate weak things that can't stand up for themselves. They don't even deserve to live. I didn't deserve to live until I stood up to my father and he was more proud of me than he ever had been. Sadly he died shortly after and I went to live with my poor mother. Luckily my father left all of his money to me in his will. He was rich, to say the least.

I was pulled from my thoughts by a little girl who approached me. I wanted to kick her but then realized I would probably get in trouble and thought better of it. "Play with me, mister!" She pleaded with a puppy dog face. I could care less. "No," I stated plainly. I wasn't interested in spending time with children. "Please mister it'll only take a minute. I need to see if my game will still be fun with a big kid." I inspected her thoroughly. The mischievous glint in her eye showed she was lying, but I was curious what she had planned so I groaned before agreeing to play her game. She held out he hands almost like a door of sorts "Open the gate." She said excitedly. I had done something like this as I child but I don't remember those words exactly I lightly tapped her hands and she made it look like I had 'opened the gate'. "Who do you hate?" I knew this one by heart so it was an easy answer. "Marco J Lester," She seemed happy with my answer because she smirked evilly before saying "That's who you date." I was utterly repulsed. I would never date someone that weak and defenseless. What would my father think?

Without saying a word I simply turned and was about to walk away when I saw my enemy himself. I lost my composure suddenly feeling drawn to him, but I quickly covered it up. Randomly I felt something tight around my neck. I looked down to see a collar around my neck. What the hell? I questioned in my mind. I tried to pull it off. When doing so I noticed the beautiful dark blue pearl that matched Marco's eye color perfectly. I glanced up at him to see him in shock.

I was taken over by a burning sensation all along my arms and legs. I admired how his raven black hair fell carelessly into his shimmering eyes. His pale skin littered with freckles. I suddenly wanted to kiss every single one... WAIT. WHAT!?! I am disgusted with myself. This twerp doesn't deserve a Tenor like me. I glanced back at his eyes and my skin began to feel hot yet again. My warm and fuzzy trance was broken by the little girl apparently still behind me. "So this is Marco... What a coincidence." I could hear the smirk in her voice. Evil brat I bet she did this to me somehow. "What's coming your way Kyle is what you deserve for what you did to my grandma... and don't forget what I told you." How did she know my name? Also, I am assuming that means she is the one behind my revolting thoughts/fantasies. I guess pushing the elderly around (literally) was not the smartest decision on my behalf.

My skin felt on fire. I was beginning to feel dizzy. I bet Lester will just leave me here to die. Ass hole. Just as that thought crossed my mind he was at my side helping me up. What? He-He's helping me? He skin felt amazing against my own. Like fire and ice at the same time except for this time, it was comforting not uncomfortable. I snuggled deeper into him. I gotta hand it to you, Marco, you're a good nerd. With the beautiful boy holding me in his arms I drifted into dark silence.