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chapter two

   i sat at the table, alone, cold--stupid air conditioning--and bored. what could i have possibly done to make him leave? i thought. i was so busy about thinking about it that i didn't know lunch was over and the assistant principal was in my face waving her hands to get my attention. i reluctantly rose and headed back inside the main building for the second half.

   every time i sat down in my chair for the next class, my heart always sped up to see my "mystery man" again. i tapped my toe, bit my fingernails, and couldn't help but fidgeting until the tardy bell rang. the classes went on by like the first: algebra, english, biology, the usual things.

   finally the end of the day belll rang and i jumped up out of my seat, ran to my locker, stuffed what i needed in my bag and sprinted out the door. wrong door. there they were. both of them. austin and dominic. waiting to kill me in the flesh. i backed away but austin just smiled like a smile hitler would make and glided towrds me.

   "do you appreciate my gift? having the whole school hate you because of what i told them? i think this is payback for what you said to me," he was in front of me now, just a few feet away.

   "what is your problem?!" i shouted, anger rushing into me like water bursting into the titanic. "all i ever did to you was go out with dominic and then tell you my thoughts about how you've been treating me. i never did ANYTHING to you." my fists were clenched to the sides of me.

   he took another step towards me, i looked around him to find that dominic wasn't there anymore. "well..i think that telling me off was the biggest mistake you could've ever made. now the whole school is talking about how you, what was it? oh right. sending your own father to jail. what a cruel person you are." i thought about how he could get that idea, then dominic popped into my mind. how he threatened to tell the school about my father's alcoholism if i didn't get back with him. he suddenly backhanded across my cheek, making me fall to the marble floor. i checked to see if i was bleeding, and i was. he then started kicking me to the wall and a second foot was kicking me too: dominic. he took another route to meet me behind me. the pain was knocked into me every time they striked, knocking me more into unconsciousness. they continued to hurt me til something like an angel appeared and started fighting them. i wept, not because of my wounds, but because the poor angel had to fight for my mistake. then i realized it wasn't an angel. it was jenson. relief filled me as, when he finished them, took my hand and helped me up.

  "my word, what did you ever do to them??" he questioned as he looked over me at the bruises and cuts. so i told him everything from the beginning. i told him about my acoholic, child molesting father who did nothing but put me down, dominic, who was too clingy and tried to molest me himself, and austin, whom i did nothing wrong to, yet he lived to torture me. he would raise his eyebrows at the appropriate time and looked intrigued by my explainations. it made me go on. and, before i knew it, we were already at my house--all the way across town. i smiled to see what happened and looked up at the giant and into his eyes. i couldn't believe it. he was there. like in a fairy tale. i couldn't help but to stand on my tip toes and just kiss..

   "MELISSA LEIGH STANLEY GET YOUR ASS INSIDE THIS HOUSE NOW!!!" i looked over to see my short four foot, eleven inch mother fuming with anger. i sighed and looked back up at jenson. he smiled a sympathetic and understanding smile and waved his hand towards my mother. i said my goodbyes and walked over to my little house.

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   the next morning i couldn't wait to get to first period. i got dressed in the outfit i planned to wear the second week, quickly ate my granola bar and was off to school. i ran to my class and sat down. i turned around and he was there. sitting like a statue, looking at me like i was his wife. i looked away from the intensity of his beautiful eyes. his hair was spiked up today in the back, and he was wearing a band shirt with tight jeans: like an emo. the class was like no other: i spent it whispering to sian and we giggled and the teacher always caught us. it was quite fun actually. like playing with an irritated cat.

    after the class was over, jenson pulled me off in the hallway for he had something important to say.

   "melissa...i..wanted to talk to you about something..." he said through a very serious face. i stared at him and listened to everything he said. he was about to say something, but he hesitated and said something else. "i want to explain something to you, but not here. not now. maybe after school we can get together and go somewhere....private?" he looked like he meant it. i stood in shock.

   "yes, but i'll have to call my mother and ask her if it's alright," i replied, shy that i might say something stupid.

   "oh dont worry," he smiled wryly, "i've got your mother taken care of."

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   he guided me on some streets through the city where i lived, dallas, and we came upon white rock lake. i've known this lake ever since i was a child, i would pass it every time i would go to my grandmother's house. it was like coming home to a beautiful place. he took my hand and led me to a forbidden path and we walked for nearly an hour until he picked me up and rested me on a white rock to a spectacular view of the sunset.

   "now THIS is beautiful," i stated through a smile. he chuckled.

   "you're the only thing that's beautiful to me," he replied and twirled my hair and placed it gently where it was before.

   "you dont mean that," i denied. everyone told me that, but i never believed them. not even if they were jenson.

   "oh you bet i do," he chuckled again, his rhythmic laugh flowing with the breeze. then his face was serious again. "i need to tell you something."

   i looked at him with curiousity in my eyes.

   "i'm..well...i'm not from around here. i'm..erm," he hesitated.

   "oh dont tell me you're from krypton or something," i joked.  he smiled in response, but got serious again.

   "melissa," he began, taking my hand, "i'm supposed to kill you. someone has sent me to make you die."

   i was horrified. "who could possibly do that?"

   "the devil." he stated. "but there is one thing," he smiled. "i'm not going to." and then he kissed me. it was one of those fireworks moments, but it lasted only seconds. he pulled away.

   "goodbye for now, melissa," he said romantically, and then he was gone.