(A/N: Okay I know that I have like a billion stories to complete, and that I'm slacking; but this story came to me in a dream and I thought it would be interesting to see how far it goes. Anyway, hope you enjoy this new story! I will rate it mature just because of the content and language.)

Chapter One

I hate running.

The cold air hitting against my warmed skin, my lungs expanding in my chest desperately, and the feeling of my bones slapping against the black track beneath my feet.

I've never been a runner, and I'm never going to be.

"Rose!" I heard my physical education teacher call out in irritation, "Let's Go!" I groaned looking up at the clouded grey sky as I pushed off the ground in a faster pace. Why didn't I just take gym my sophomore year like everyone else?

Oh yeah, because I'm lazy idiot who likes to put everything off.

Suddenly I felt a soft shove on my right shoulder, I turned to meet icy blue eyes. She smiled brightly as she jogged beside me, "Hey Slowpoke."

"I swear Coach Madison hates me." I groaned.

Sally shook her head, "You attitude doesn't really help much." Then she smiled slyly, "I mean If you were more like me maybe she'd like you a little more."

I stuck my tongue out at her, "Oh, bite me." I continued to run alongside Sally silently, or at least tried too; she was our school's captain for the girls track team so she was fairly accustomed to running long distance. Unlike me, who constantly did everything in one's power to avoid running days with a doctor's

note or sudden disease that compelled me to stay glued to the bench - but to my dismay coach had told the principal about my multiple 'excused runs', and that if I continued on the path I was going at I wouldn't graduate with my class this year.

So I was stuck with running.

"Come on Rose!" Coach Madison screeched as she blew on her whistle.

"I'm coming!" I screamed back in frustration. Clearly if I was capable of going any faster then I would have, but my body isn't use to this type of conditioning.

Thankfully, I made it to the finish line after running for what felt like hours, Sally had lapped me about twice (or more) since then, and was sitting calmly on the grass with a smug smirk plastered all over her tanned cheeks. As I passed her I lifted a slender finger in her direction behind my back as I approached coach Madison, "12:37," she spoke calmly, then shrugged, "better than your previous times." I sighed in defeat as I allowed myself to collapse onto the vibrant grass beneath me, it's cold fingers slithered around my legs as they tickled my skin. Coach Madison laughed lightly, "Aren't you the dance captain?"

I lazily rested my arms over my head to block out any light, "We don't run in dance, we dance, hence the name." I felt a soft kick to one of my bent knees, I looked over to see Sally with wide eyes and a thinned finger over her lips indicating that I should shut my mouth; I grinned sheepishly.

"Acorn," Coach Madison boomed.

I watched as Sally straightened at the sound of her name, "Yeah coach?"

"Take Rose up to the showers." She commanded boredly as she turned away from us, walking towards one of the teacher falcate rooms near the football field.

I jumped up instantly at the sound of a shower, "I'll run for that." I teased as I followed Sally towards the girls locker room.

I stared out the window watching the stormy clouds inch past me, I always wondered why my brother had decided to move here. It is always so grey, I've never been able to wear shorts around here something I use to be able to do in my hometown - heck, jeans were practically foreign where I came from, but here it's all I could wear to shield myself from the chilling breeze.

Besides that, it's boring.

Nothing ever happened around here, beside the usual high school drama, but nothing worth my interest; everything was just so bland here. Though, I have found it to be a home away from home, because let's face it, I'm still fairly young so living on my own isn't exactly a choice I have; so I had to make the best out of my situation.

I have a lot of friends here, surprisingly.

I'm very crude, so my personality may come off as a little aggressive, but when you really get to know me you know that it's just my mannerism about everything not anything personal towards a specific person. Most people hated me when I got here, saying I was an asshole, but then one day Sally came over to sit with me - which I found weird because she was supposably one of the popular people at school, not that I really pay attention to any of those things. We talked for a while that day as she showed me around the school, telling me about all the shortcuts or hiding places around school incase I ever wanted to take time to relax from all the stress; and even more surprising the next day she sat with me again.

We became friends fast, though she was completely opposite of my sarcastic, cynical personality, I enjoyed being around her; she was a genuinely happy person so being around her made me happier in a sense.

And then gradually, her friends became my friends, as we all merged into one giant family.

"Amy." I heard my name being called out distantly, I turned to look forward to see a very annoyed Mr. Marcus (my english teacher, who clearly knew nothing of the true depth of the material we read in class, but was only qualified to teach because of the piece of paper framed in a golden plaque on the wall above him).

"Yes?" I responded absently.

"Can you tell the class your thoughts on Fort-worth's work?" We had been analyzing a poem written by John Fort-worth, a man who had dedicated his life to unraveling the darkest desires within a human mind, and why we are programed to function the way we do.

I shrugged, "I think he's right, we are all driven by our own selfishness, regardless of our so called selfless acts that society has deemed 'selfless'. We are all stuck within our own worlds, we are all looking out for ourselves, and though we have the capability to care greatly for others, when it comes down to it, love originates from greed; and those who do sacrifice themselves for strangers, only do it if it will benefit themselves long term. Our society needs to accept this reality, because then we will begin to understand each other better for the things that we do, and why we do them."

Mr. Marcus stared back at me blankly, as he looked towards the rest of the class, then back at me. "Does anyone want to add to that?"

I looked back out the window, of course no one wants to add to that Mr. Marcus because most of the people besides me are morons who care nothing more, than the next raving party that is planned this weekend; which is totally fine because like Fort-Worth said, 'we are all essentially selfish, and as evolution has proven we have been programmed to care only for our own desires and needs'.

It doesn't bother me that my classmates don't care about the things we 'learn' at school, but I don't think school is exactly the greatest place to learn the things we have to, to become critical thinkers. I feel like our own experiences, our failures is what humbles us to view the world for what it really is, and those types of educational teachers vary with every person. Sometimes life will hit people harder than others, and we will all learn at a different pace; and I think that's what teachers from school seem to misunderstand.

They tend to generalize us as uncaring teenagers who don't understand the world around them; but I feel like I have a good general understanding, regardless of my age.

My parents had passed away a year ago, they were in a server car crash that caused my father to die instantly, and my mother to go into a coma. My brother and I waited for months, waiting for my mother to wake up, and each day I would go visit her, hoping for progress. But she would lay there, in the same position I had left her the day before, wearing the same washed out blue hospital dress, and her eyes always closed.

I wondered what went through her mind, if she could hear me, if she could process her thoughts coherently, and the more I wondered the more I became interested in the human mind and what we were actually capable of.

That's when my pessimism over rode my optimism, life was so quick, one moment we could be here standing watching the clouds pass by as I was, and then the next minute, because of our own actions or someone else's we could be gone. Embracing the darkness that awaited us, because after death we would lose ourselves, our lives, and the world we once knew; being thrown either into another life that we had to live solemnly until our loved ones joined us or withering away into complete darkness, whichever you wanted to believe.

I realized how horrible, and how precious life was in those short months that I visited my mother, and unknowingly she had taught me my self value.

I miss her.

I could still remember the day my brother and I had to make the decision to either cut off her life support or continue to pay for the medical bills that we clearly couldn't afford without placing ourselves in a tremendous amount of debt - which I was fully willing to do. We both knew what the right decision was, it would have been what my mother would have wanted, so we pulled the cord. I held her hand through it, thinking that if she felt any pain I would be there to comfort her, but she never awoke through it. I watched as her breathing slowly stopped, her chest lowered one final time, and her face lost its vibrancy.

And through death she was still beautiful, always so beautiful.

I smiled, as I stared into the grey clouds that hovered over me like a thick suffocating blanket, it's color reminded me of her titanium eyes that could lighten till they were a soft honey silver or darken into a smokey grey; her eyes always held so much emotion, always changing, always moving.

Just like the sky.

"Amy," I felt a hand slither through my hair. I slapped her hand away instantly.

"Ew, get your whore hands out of my hair." I teased mockingly.

Rouge glared at me challengingly, "Jealous boys prefer me over you?" A sly smirk forming on her ruby tinted lips.

I rolled my eyes as I stood up, grabbing my small purse that sat beside my legs on the ground. "You're a preferred option because you're easy Rouge."

She laughed, "Shut up and lets go."

We walked out the classroom together down the hallway, "So," She started lightly.

I shook my head, "No." I knew what she was going to ask, it was Friday and Rouge being the most popular out of all of my friends was constantly invited to parties - even college parties, from which I had no idea how she came in contact with but she did - and constantly begged me to go with her. I hate parties, I don't know what it is about them that turns me off so much, but I just don't see the fun of getting drunk until you're either immobile or incomprehensible.

"Amy, stop being such a boring prude." She whined.

I shrugged grinning devilishly, "I like being a boring prude."

"Just let her be a prude Rouge." A deep voice snaked into the conversation. His chilling crystal eyes wandered to me wildly, "She's never gonna change."

I nodded in agreement, "See, at least he understands me."

Rouge groaned in irritation, "Don't encourage her behavior."

Scourge wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "Babe, don't listen to her if you don't want to go then don't," his arm then smoothly transitioned itself around my waist, "you could always come to my house." His voice deepened lustfully.

I pushed him away, "In your dreams."

He winked at me seductively, "You're always in my dreams."

I turned to look at Rouge, "If he keeps this up, then I might consider just going with you."

Scourge was actually one of my best friends, his personality was just as vulgar and assertive as my own so I was drawn to him instantly - with the small difference of his flirtatious nature we could be identical in personality.

Rouge shook her head causing her white short hair to flow to and fro, "Just sleep with him already."

Scourge slid his hand in my back jean pocket, "I second that."

"Um," I shoved him hard this time, causing him to bump into another student passing down the hall and him quickly apologizing, "no."

I looked forward, trying to avoid both of my very eccentric friends looking for someone more down to earth to save me from the depths of hell that these two were going to end up in. My eyes made contact with fiery auburn hair, whipping back and forth in its high ponytail as she walked down the hallway, "Sal!" I quickly called as I chased after her.

She turned towards me smiling brilliantly, "Hey Ames, what's up?"

"Save me." I pleaded as I heard the catching footsteps of Rouge and Scourge from behind me and Sally.

But suddenly I was thrown off as a large shoulder blade made contact with me pushing me backward. I instantly fumed, snapping around to see the owner of the clumsy shoulder to be met with a pair of lime eyes. His eyes burned into me uncomfortably as he fused his brows together in concentration as if he was studying my reaction, and though a chilled feeling ran up my spin, I proceeded with screaming at the idiot anyway. "What the hell is your problem?"

His soft pink lips lifted into a sinister smirk, turning his back on me and continuing to walk down the hallway.

"Hey," I screeched as he continued to walk away from me, his dark figure disappearing within the dark spaces in the hallway that the light didn't reach. I huffed out a breath, "What a jerk."

"A hot jerk." I heard Sally mused.

I scrunched my nose, "Hardly." Well, honestly I didn't bother to look at him, but anyone who is that rude enough to bump into someone without the courtesy of saying excuse me is ugly in my book.

But lord was I wrong.

In my next class, I learned that he was a new student at our school, he had just transferred from a private school and was looking to get a better understanding of what public education is like; and he ironically got placed besides me.

I refused to look at him, but as he walked towards my desk area I couldn't help but look up at him - trying my best to give him my meanest glare, but instantly failed when I actually laid eyes on him.

He wasn't hot, he was gorgeous.

Like unbelievably gorgeous, I was honestly questioning whether he was real or not. His eyes were a ferocious lime green that pierced into your skin, they appeared snake like in their nature, his lips were curved into a sexy half smirk that appeared to be tattooed there on his tight jaw. His skin was a darker tone, a soft bronzed olive, and though he wore all black his fitted t-shirt marked every indication of his sculpted body. His dark navy blue hair styled lazily in waves making him appear effortlessly handsome. I slid down in my chair, placing my elbows up as I rest my head between them, he was stunning, and I hate sitting next to guys like him. I always feel so self conscious for some unknown reason, but when you are besides someone as perfect as him you can't help but feel inferior.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye, and I noticed the tribal dragon tattoo on this forearm, it began at his elbow and followed the path downwards towards his wrist. I watched as his muscles tensed causing the already visible veins that stuck out from his forearm to enhance, but my attention was instantly cut off as I heard my name being called.

"Amelia." I looked upward towards Mrs. Willows, and smiled sheepishly. I was in math class, so this time I wasn't going to be able to play off my distraction as easily as I had done to Mr. Marcus. "Can you tell the class what the exponential growth of this function is?"

"Can I pass?" I squeaked as some students around me giggled softly at my response.

She shook her head, "Pay attention Amelia." She demanded, I nodded immediately and shrunk into my seat.

Dammit.

I don't ever pay attention in class, which was weird because it never correlated with my good grades, but I am an expert at pretending to pay attention so I've never actually been caught, but today I've just been off.

"Staring is rude you know." I heard a smooth velvet voice whisper besides me.

I turned to meet the eyes of the gorgeous boy besides me, I glared at him shaking my head, "Shut up."

He chuckled harmoniously, "Just saying."

I scoffed, "You aren't one to talk about being rude."

"Is that so?" he challenged.

"So." I spat.

He simply let out a soft breath before ignoring me completely for the rest of the class, which I was completely in favor of because I didn't want to talk to him as much as he didn't want to talk to me; just because he was good looking didn't mean I would forgive him for his rude behavior.

But besides that, he seemed arrogant, and there is nothing more unattractive than arrogance.

Sally rested on her locker as she dreamily looked at the blue haired boy, "He is so hot."

"Go ask him out then." I said boredly.

"What?" Sally peeped, as she closed my locker in shock, "Are you insane?" She pointed in his direction, "Have you seen him?"

I looked at him, staring at the small black book he held in his hands rather than him, and shrugged again, "Yeah and?"

"He is out of my league."

"Shut up." I groaned. I hate it when girls say that, no one is out of anyone's league, people are just too egotistical to date anyone they believe isn't up to their standard which creates that negative self perception when it comes to asking out attractive people.

She huffed out a breath of air, "Why don't you ask him out then?"

I snapped my neck in her direction, staring at her disbelievingly, "Yeah, let me just go ask out the boy who shoved me in the hallway earlier."

She smiled playfully, "Maybe he thought you were cute."

"We aren't in kindergarten Sal, he could have just talked to me."

"What if he was nervous?" She defended.

I watched him as he casually flirted with girls who had now surrounded him, he gently caressed the cheek of one of the girls who swooned in delight at his touch. I scoffed, "He looks anything, but shy."

She fell back against the lockers, "He's out of my league." She groaned in defeat.

I turned back to look at him once again, this time our eyes met. I could feel my skin melt under his gaze like he was transferring an immense amount of heat to me in order to overload my senses, and then he sent me a quick flirtatious wink bringing me back into reality that he was just womanizing jerk.

"So you are following me home now Amelia?" I whipped my head to the side, meeting the black tee and toned arms from earlier today. I slowly looked upwards to gaze at his eyes, his mischievous eyes.

"It seems like you are following me." I stated simply.

He stretched his arms above his head, "Maybe I'm just attracted to pretty girls."

I rolled my eyes, "This is one pretty girl you won't be able to have."

I wasn't looking at him, but I could feel his grin as his eyes lingered on me. "Don't be too sure about that."

"Oh," I laughed sourly, "I'm prett-"

"Ames!" I turned around to see Scourge slowly coming to a stop on his motorcycle. He sat casually on it as he greeted me with a tender hug - if Scourge could do anything right, it was a hug. "Do you need a-" he trailed off as he noticed my unwanted company, "Who are you?" he hissed.

I grinned in delight as I watched Scourge tense up at the blue haired boy's presence, maybe he was my escape route. I turned to look at the owner of the icy lime eyes to see he was un-phased by Scourge, "I'm walking a pretty girl home." He said emptily.

"This," he wrapped his arm around my waist, "pretty girl is mine."

I cocked my head to the side, "Um," as much as I wanted the boy to go away I also wasn't going to fall into one of Scourge's 'she's mine' traps because I know from then on, he will never let it go, "no." I said as I detached myself from him. "I just want to get home without being bothered."

Scourge patted the empty seat behind him, "I'll give you a lift Ames."

I shook my head, "I think I'll take my chances with Blue Boy here," I smiled, "I've seen you drive."

He look from me, to the boy then back to me. He grunted in response to my decline of a ride, and then started his bike again leaving me with the unfamiliar classmate of mine. "Picking me over your friends already?" The boy mused.

I rolled my eyes, "No, I'm picking my safety over my sanity."

"Why are you so hostile?" He asked calmly, he didn't seem to have that teasing tone in his voice anymore, it was like he genuinely wanted to know if there was something wrong.

"I'm not hostile, I just," I looked down to the ground and began to walk, "I'm not very good at meeting people."

He chuckled lightly, "I'm very aware of this."

"Shut up."

"I'm Sonic by the way," he suddenly said casually.

I looked at him again, raising a brow, "Unique name, I haven't heard that one before."

He shrugged, "It's more a nickname than anything."

I nodded as I continued to walk. We walked most of the way in silence, like I said I'm not a very good conversation maker, I usually relied on others to start it and I would just feed off. But he didn't seem too interested in talking anymore so I just stayed silent as well.

I stopped in front of my house, and surprisingly Blue Boy stopped too. He let out a boyish laugh, "I'm starting to believe we were destiny Amelia."

"Why do you say that?" I asked confused.

He lifted his hand and pointed to the house beside mine, as he began to walk in the direction of it slowly, turning to face me one final time before he disappear into the large darkened home, "Because I'm your new nextdoor neighbor."