Other Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Take You Away ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

 

 

 

“Hey Monster Girl, going to a funeral?”

 

I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker closed with a little too much force. “Don't you have somewhere to be Trevor? Like Sears? I hear they're having a sale on khakis,” I retorted, walking passed him towards the main doors to freedom.

 

I was just about to push through the heavy metal doors when I felt his hand grab my wrist, jerking me backwards. I lost my footing and fell back against his chest, my free hand waving around in the air in front of me.

 

“Let me go.”

 

“Why would I ever do that?” he asked seductively in my ear, wrapping his other arm around my waist so my back was pressed against his chest. I could feel his warm breath against my skin.

 

“Someone will think you're holding my hand or worse, hugging me. You wouldn't want to ruin your reputation and I really just don't want you touching me so I suggest you let go before I kick you where it hurts,” I threatened, lifting one of my feet to show off my four-inch platform black combat boots. My shoes, when used properly, could do some serious damage.

 

“You use big scary words Bat Girl but I know you like it,” he said. “And besides, there's no one around to see us. Just you and me, together.”

 

The thing was, he was right. I did like it. I didn't necessarily like him but I would be lying to say that having the gorgeous, although annoying, Trevor Mitchell holding me wasn't nice. There was a reason he was the most popular boy among the girls with his movie star looks. Even I, the independent monster Goth outcast who shunned anything popular and colorful, couldn't help but turn to mush when staring at Trevor too long. I may be Goth but I was still a teenage girl.

 

But I still had my pride. “You have till three and then my foot is going to be planted between your legs.”

 

“I'd much rather have you between my legs,” he growled flicking his tongue against my earlobe. I shuddered.

 

“One.”

 

“Or beneath me…”

 

“Two.”

 

“…your ghostly white legs tight around my hips...”

 

“Three.”

 

“…screaming my name.”

 

I clenched my fists and lifted my foot to deliver the hardest kick my fishnet-covered legs could manage when he released me from his hold. I whipped around to glare at him, wishing more than ever that I had the power to shoot laser beams from my eyes.

 

Trevor was standing inches from me, his tan, muscled arms crossed cockily over his polo covered chest, a satisfied smirk plastered across his chiseled face. His green, almond shaped eyes were twinkling. “You're blushing.”

 

I self-consciously touched my face to find it burning beneath my fingers. “I got sunburned,” I lied.

 

“I didn't know vampires could go out in the sun.”

 

“Oh, how original. I didn't know trolls were allowed to attend school but you learn something new every day I guess.”

 

“Then I guess we're both monsters aren't we? In that case, we're made for each other. The troll and the vampire.” His smirk turned into a full Colgate commercial worthy smile.

 

“In your wet dreams,” I sneered, flipping my black hair behind my shoulder and turning on my heel as I, again, headed towards the main doors.

 

“Always.” I heard him say behind me, so quietly that I wasn't sure he meant for me to hear. I glanced behind me to see him walking in the opposite direction towards the gym where he would join his soccer team for practice, his hands tucked in the front pockets of his ironed khakis and his golden blonde hair shining beneath the glare of the hallway's fluorescent lights. He looked like a model and the freshly waxed tiles of the school hallway was his runway. I rolled my eyes and pushed through the doors into the blazing afternoon sun.

 

* * *

 

“I'm home,” I announced as I walked into the house, breathing a sigh of relief as I crashed onto my living room couch and switched on the TV.

 

“Why are you so late today?” my mom asked, coming into the living room holding a basket of clothes which she dumped onto the recliner to begin folding. They were whites meaning, not mine.

 

“I was helping Mrs. Baker clean her classroom. Just doing my daily good deed for the community,” I said hurriedly, flipping through the channels, searching for something that wasn't Oprah or Dr. Phil.

 

“So, why exactly were you in detention?”

 

Leave it to my mother to see straight through my lie. “What was I supposed to do? Not throw my pencil case at Jennifer Warren after she sprayed me with her disgusting watermelon sparkle perfume? She said I smelled like garlic!” I exclaimed, throwing the remote control at the loveseat opposite my couch and punching the cushion next to me in anger. Jennifer Warren was lucky there wasn't something more dangerous for me to throw at her at the time…like scissors.

 

“Raven! You're seventeen years old, not seven,” my mother scolded as only a mother could.

 

“So I'm just supposed to shrug my shoulders and thank her when she sprays me with that fairy juice? I don't think so.”

 

My mom shook her bobbed highlighted head as she finished folding the fluffy white towel in her hands. “Of course you should stand up for yourself, Raven, it's just not necessary to use violence. There are other ways for you to solve your problems. Grown-up ways.”

 

I sighed. My mom obviously wasn't past her hippie ways. Peace and love were the only two words in her suburban mother dictionary. Well…peace, love, and school.

 

“I think you should go see Becky. You need to leave the house, Raven. All you do is sit in front of the TV. It's no wonder why you're so angry all of the time. I would too if I had no one to talk to,” she continued.

 

I buried my face in the couch cushions to muffle my groan of frustration. The truth was, I would like nothing more than to hang out with my best friend but the unfortunate thing was, she didn't feel the same way now that she spent every waking moment with her new boyfriend, Matt Wells. I, Raven Madison, her dark, vampire-loving, monster movie watching, black eyeliner wearing best friend had been replaced by the khaki wearing, soccer kicking, rich boy Matt Wells. Not only was Matt Trevor Mitchell's best friend, but he was also a really nice guy, which sucked because it gave me absolutely no reason to dislike him. So I had to just deal with being Becky's TV-watching, lonely, sad, and forgotten best friend.

 

“Huh?” my mother probed. Her curiosity was relentless.

 

“I can't,” I mumbled into the couch.

 

“I can't hear you.”

 

“I said I can't,” I grumbled, lifting my head from the couch and flipping onto my back to stare up at the white ceiling. I brushed my hair out of my eyes with my hand and then examined my chipped black nail polish.

 

“Why not?”

 

“She's going to Matt's soccer game tonight.”

 

“I think you should go with her.”

 

“No.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I don't want to,” I stated simply, accentuating each word clearly. I really was beginning to sound like a seven year old.

 

“Well now you're just being stubborn. Get up off your butt and call her,” my mom ordered.

 

“No.”

 

When my mom didn't reply, I closed my eyes, figuring she had given up. My head was starting to throb behind my eyelids and I rubbed my temples to soothe some of the pain. Beeping came from the kitchen, signaling the dialing of our phone, and then I heard my mom's voice.

 

“Hello, Becky? This is Raven's mom, hi. I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind picking Raven up on your way to the soccer game tonight? She'd really like to go but was too shy to ask; you know how she is…yes…yes…oh, that's great! Ok, we'll see you at six…yep…bye dear.”

 

As soon as I heard the phone click back into it's stand, I was off the couch and sliding into the kitchen in my black dress and fishnets. “What did you just do?”

 

My mom jumped when she saw me, her hand coming up to cover her heart as if to keep it from leaping out of her chest. “Oh, you heard that? I wanted it to be a surprise.”

 

“I told you I can't go,” I growled.

 

“Well, obviously you can. Becky was actually very excited that you're going,” my mom said, turning on the oven to begin dinner.

 

“Ok, fine. How about, I don't want to go?”

 

“And why not? I thought you wanted to see Becky?”

 

“I do, but not when she's hanging all over Matt. With him there, I'm like a third leg, not needed and very awkward,” I explained as if it were a scientific fact. “And I really don't want to see Trevor any more than I already have to.”

 

My mom nodded her head knowingly as she dumped a box of spaghetti noodles in a pot. “That's what this is all about.”

 

“That's what what is all about?” I asked, quirking a thin eyebrow at her and crossing my arms defensively over my chest.

 

“Trevor. You talk about him almost every day. If you have such a problem with him then why don't you just throw your pencil case at him like you did to that Jennifer Warren?”

 

Because he'd steal it and hold it in his hands while he slept, I thought amusedly. “I'm plotting something much worse for him. Something horrific.”

 

“Oh no,” my mom muttered.

 

“Oh yes.”

 

* * *

 

“I'm so glad you wanted to come! We haven't hung out in forever!” Becky squealed as we climbed into her truck. She was dressed up in a light pink, conservative dress, most likely in the hopes of impressing Matt. “When was the last time we actually did something together outside of school?”

 

“I don't know, when did you and Matt start dating?”

 

“Two weeks ago,” she stated.

 

“Then two weeks ago,” I answered.

 

“Oh come on Raven, you totally could've hung out with us. Matt's not going to drive a stake into your heart or anything.”

 

My mouth dropped open in shock and my eyes bugged out at her. “So now you're making vampire jokes about me also? Great. You must be hanging around Trevor,” I spat, looking out the window at the setting sun.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that,” she apologized.

 

“So are you?”

 

“Am I what?” she asked naively.

 

“Hanging around Trevor?”

 

She hesitated for a moment before answering with a weak `yes'.

 

“You're being taken over by the dark side and there's nothing I can do about it,” I groaned.

 

“Don't you mean the light side?” she joked. I couldn't help but to laugh.

 

By the time we walked onto the metal bleachers lining the side of the school soccer field, the sun had already set. We were early and the game hadn't begun yet so Becky scurried off to talk to Matt before the game, leaving me to sit alone. The soccer team was out on the field, playfully kicking around a soccer ball. I easily spotted Trevor, almost instantly. He already had a thin veil of sweat shining on his forehead and his blonde hair was sticking to his face. He was breathing heavily. I caught myself staring as he lifted his soccer jersey to wipe the sweat from his face, exposing his perfectly muscled stomach. The guy was modeled like a Greek god.

 

“Go Trevor!”

 

I peeked behind me to see Jennifer Warren and her best friend, Heather Ryan, standing up and waving at Trevor like two over-obsessed fan-girls. “Oh look, he's coming over!” giggled Heather.

 

I turned my head to find Trevor running up the bleachers, his eyes not on the two varsity cheerleaders, but on me. I actually felt the teensiest bit thrilled…or maybe I was just confused.

 

“Hey Monster, came to cheer for me?” he asked, sitting down beside me so close that I could smell the mixture of sweat and expensive cologne drifting from his body.

 

“As if. I'm here on behalf of the other team,” I said, leaning away. “Back off Trevor, you're getting me all wet.”

 

He smirked mischievously. “What was that Raven? I'm making you wet? I'm flattered.”

 

My jaw dropped open in shock.

 

“Oh my God, what a freak, like Trevor would ever go for someone like her anyways. Talk about desperate.” I heard Jennifer Warren say from behind me, not bothering to whisper.

 

Trevor glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “They're making fun of you Raven,” he whispered.

 

“Yeah, I got that,” I retorted. “It's because you can't shut your ugly mouth.”

 

“Ugly? Well, that's not very nice,” he said, making a hurt face. I rolled my eyes and turned my head away to stare intently at the rolling soccer ball, trying to ignore the giggling cheerleaders and Trevor with great effort.

 

“What are you doing?” I asked nervously as Trevor peeled off his jersey. Heather and Jennifer gasped so loudly that I couldn't help but to give them a `what the hell?' look.

 

“Making your life hell,” he answered, leaning forward. I was so distracted by the two gawking girls behind me and Trevor's naked torso that I didn't have time to protect myself before his lips were on mine.

 

I gasped and he took full advantage of my open mouth to plunge his tongue in. My brain was in shock and I had no control over my body and for the smallest part of a second, I kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of our tongues sliding against each other's. His mouth tasted sweet as if he had been eating something sugary.

 

The flash of a camera brought me back from my momentary brain lapse and I bit down on Trevor's tongue with my teeth as hard as I could. He cried out in pain, his words muddled. I put my hands on his slick chest and pushed him away forcefully before standing up and wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, not caring that I had smudged my black lipstick.

 

“You…” I growled, narrowing my eyes at Trevor whose hands were covering his wounded mouth. He looked up at me as if daring me to hit him.

 

I never turned down a dare.

 

I balled my fist up and pulled it back so it was poised like a snake ready to strike. Trevor's green eyes bored into mine as he stepped closer to me, bracing himself for the attack. I waited for the right moment when I could catch him off guard and then I would hit him in the face with everything I had.

 

I still couldn't believe that Trevor Mitchell, the most popular boy in school and my childhood nemesis, had just kissed me and it wasn't just any kiss, it was a real kiss. My first kiss had just been stolen on the metal bleachers by a boy who only pretended to have some screwed up crush on me so he could mess with my head and embarrass me in front of the entire student body. He was not going to get away with it.

 

A whistle blew on the soccer field, signaling the players to meet before the game, calling Trevor's attention away from me for the slightest instant. I took advantage of the opportunity and lunged forward, my fist flying passed my face and heading straight for his perfectly straight nose. It was like a scene from Spiderman and I briefly wondered if Trevor had some super human powers as he quickly dodged my fist so it flew right passed his left ear and then grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, my face almost smacking into his naked chest.

 

“I've got to go. How about one more kiss for good luck?” he asked, leaning down so the tip of his nose was touching mine.

 

I swung my free hand up but he caught that one too and pinned both my arms behind my back so that he was now giving me an awkward hug. My back was arched into him and I had to look up into his face to avoid face planting in his smooth chest. It was a very compromising position.

 

“Let go Trevor,” I demanded through gritted teeth.

 

“Or what?” he teased.

 

“Or I'll never speak to you again,” I threatened. I wasn't sure how effective that was going to be but it was all I had.

 

His smile actually seemed to falter a little bit. “You wouldn't do that, Raven.” He seemed so confident as he said this, as if he knew something I didn't.

 

“I would too.”

 

“No…I don't think so,” he whispered and he leaned down and I clenched my eyes shut, fearing another kiss. My eyes popped open in surprise when I felt his warm, soft lips press against my cheek. What was that?

 

His lips were then at my ear and I had to strain to hear him whisper. “You can talk big all you want Raven but just remember one thing…”

 

My heart thudded against my chest and I knew he could feel it too. I heard him laugh. “What?”

 

“…you kissed back,” he finished.

 

I stared after him in shock as he ran down the bleachers to join his team on the field, not paying any attention to all of the fan-girls waving at him on the bleachers. A hard tap on my shoulder shook me out of my weird trance.

 

It was Jennifer Warren and I could tell by the look on her face that she was not happy. “What was that?” she asked spitefully, throwing her blonde ponytail behind her shoulder.

 

“What was what?” I asked.

 

“With Trevor. There's no way you two are dating, that would be ridiculous. So explain, why did he kiss you?”

 

“Why don't you ask him?” I spat back as I pointed towards the soccer team who were now dispersing to different sections of the field.

 

“Whatever. I bet you think you're really special or something but let me tell you, you're not. A guy like Trevor would never want a girl like you. You're not his type and he's way out of your league so you just need to back off,” she warned, placing her manicured hands on her size zero hips.

 

Now I was beyond angry. “I think you're jealous because he's actually interested in the dark Goth girl. I bet you that if I wanted to, I could get Trevor, no problem.” I bragged, folding my arms across my chest and glaring up at her.

 

She sneered at me. “Please. To Trevor, you're nothing but another piece of ass,” she muttered before grabbing hold of Heather's hand and dragging her towards the other end of the bleachers where some of the other cheerleaders were sitting.

 

I spent the remainder of the soccer game, alone, fuming over tonight's events. Of course I was mad at Trevor for stealing something as important as my first kiss and I wanted to murder Jennifer Warren and her pom-pom wielding best friend for teasing me but the person I was most mad at was myself. After everything Trevor and me had been through, after all his teasing and abusing me over the years, after the heated threats and angry outbursts, and even though he only pretended to want me and his kisses meant nothing, the reason I was so angry with myself was because suddenly…I wanted them to mean something.

 

I, Raven Madison, had some screwed up, weird, insane, out-of-this world, small…pretty much microscopic crush on Trevor Mitchell.

 

Wait…what?

 

 

 

A/N: Ok. I'm sorry Alexander isn't in this story but seriously, how boring is he? It's all `I'm gothic, your gothic, I love vampires, you're a vampire, I'm an outcast and have no friends, you're an outcast and have no friends, let's date' between Raven and Alexander. It's true. Trevor on the other hand has PERSONALITY and a REAL reason to like Raven. I actually feel bad for him in the book series…the love/hate relationship between characters is so freakin hot…and, oh yes, there WILL be lemons hahaha :) PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!