disclaimer: i don't own dark guardians: moonlight (although i wish i did!) but i'm pretty sure i "own" taylor because i made her up based on a friend (:
this is my story and i love you for looking at it

Chapter 1:

I was screwed. Why my car decided not to start this morning was beyond me. Figures too, the one time I actually wanted to go to school. My cell buzzed on the seat next to me. I fleetingly considered not answering it. My adoptive dad, the "cop", would most likely skin me if he discovered I was driving and talking. But since my car decided to be uncooperative this morning, it wasn't as if I was going anywhere fast. I answered it. Exactly two seconds later, I wished I hadn't.

"KAYLA! WHERE THE FRICK ARE YOU?" Taylor's voice screeched through the phone and I nearly dropped it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! My stupid car won't start!" I mentally prepared myself, Taylor was going to rip me apart. I quickly held the phone out my window and counted to ten. I could still faintly hear her as I brought it back to my ear.

"...had enough! It' the first day of junior year! Kayla!"

"Look, I'm sorry ok? But it's not my fault. We'll just have to take the bus."

"WHA-" I flipped my phone closed. I was seriously starting to get a headache. I smacked the steering wheel again, just to show the car I'd yet to forgive it, and hefted my way back inside.

I could feel my hair starting to revert back to it's unruliness the second I stepped into the house and mentally cursed the car again. Not that it was necessarily the car's fault. My red hair was always a tumbleweed at best. That and the freckles spotting my nose, and I may as well just carry a sign around my neck labeled "Certified Ginger"

At least the rest of me was ok. Standing at 5'4, I wasn't too short, but then again, I wasn't model tall like Taylor. She had reached 5'8 over the summer and I had yet to hear the end of it. And while Taylor, again, had killer curves, my modest ones were nothing to be ashamed of.

I turned and heard my adoptive dad shuffling down the stairs in seek of caffeine.

"Kayla-Cat? What are you still doing here, sweetie? I thought you went to get Taylor." Even though I had begged, no, pleaded my dad to stop calling me that, the old habit never dropped.

"Car wouldn't start. We're taking the bus."

"Oh, ok. Take the bus home too then. Mom's working late tonight."

"Sur-" My reply was cut off by the bus horn.

I quickly grabbed my bag and tried to put on my best bored expression. Any first day of school I got excited about. It was only natural. The excitement turned slowly to nervousness as I climbed the bus stairs. It was like an unwritten rule that on first days we judged each other carefully. It was happening to me now. I felt all eyes wander over me once, then lose interest. My appearance hadn't changed that much since last year. I was wearing my signature jeans and sweatshirt combination. When everyone was satisfied that I hadn't gone crazy or gotten a tattoo across my head, I reverted back to Kayla Madison, boring junior.

I plunked down in the first available seat I saw.

The bus stopped again and I turned with the rest of my classmates to look at new arrival. It was Sammy White and I knew immediantely she hadn't been as lucky as I had. Sammy had never been thin, but now it was shockingly apparent she had gained weight. A lot of weight. She turned beet red and hustled to the back.

I didn't have much time to worry about her though, because just then Taylor flaunted herself into the aisle. Unlike me, and clearly unlike Sammy, Taylor loved people watching her. Loved it. I, however, thought she was crazy.

"Hey Kayla!" Her bubbly greeting didn't reach her eyes. I knew she was still mad about this morning. I squinted as the sun reflected off her sequin covered top. It was so...Taylor. Besides being tall and ridiculously curvy, she had amazing hazelnut hair, deep brown eyes, and flawless skin. Not a freckle in sight. Taylor loved to sparkle, and I felt my ego drop down a notch.

"Hi Taylor. Look, sorry again for my car." Truthfully, I wasn't sure why I apologized. It wasn't my fault. Stupid car. Taylor flopped down next to me and stared at the window.

"It's ok. I just hate riding this bus." She shrugged and blasted her I-Pod. So much for a great first day of school conversation.

I still had no idea how we managed to stay friends all these years. While Taylor was a shopping, how-many-cute-pairs-of-shoes-can-I buy-with-my-mother's-credit-card, kind of girl, I was more outdoorsy and content with just listening to nature. When Taylor was getting her first kiss, I was out volunteering at the local animal shelter. Taylor was loud, fun, and, at times, completely outlandish. I was more reserved and quiet. This past summer, when Taylor gallivanted around Paris, I went back to my roots and visited the National Forest.

Despite our differences, I trusted her completly. She, and she alone, knew about my real parents. When I was just a little kid, my biological parents and I were hiking in the National Forest. The three of us had lived out there and they apparently had wanted to show me something. Hunters had mistaken them for wolves, and shot them. I tried so hard to remember them, but I couldn't even place their faces. It was the tragic event of my life, and I couldn't even remember it.

So, this past summer, my adoptive parents had thought it would be a great idea for me to visit that area so I could re-connect with my former self. Although I still don't remember much, I had felt more at home there. I didn't tell my parents, though. The last thing they wanted to hear is that I feel more comfortable in a patch of murderous woods then in front of our nice fireplace.

Instead, I had turned to Taylor. Taylor being Taylor hadn't initially bothered to ask me about my life changing experience. No, her first question was, Make any new friends? Followed immediantely by Meet any hot guys? I told her "yes" to the friends, "no" to the hot guys. But, that wasn't entirely the case. True, I had met Lindsey, and we bonded closely. She felt like the sister I never had. I still kept in touch with her. I had also met Brittany, but I didn't feel as close to her as Lindsey. Still, I considered her a friend. Lindsey had gone as far as to invite me back during the school year too. My adoptive parents had respectfully declined, despite my constant begging.

I had also been introduced to Lindsey's boyfriend Connor, Rafe, and Lucas. Connor and Rafe were nice, and sure enough, I found myself becoming friends with them too. Even though they were ridiculously attractive, (Connor with his blue eyes, crazy blond hair and Rafe with his shaggier, darker hair and deep eyes) they both felt like long lost brothers to me. Lucas on the other hand...

I slapped my hand over my mouth and glanced around. Had I actually just sighed? What is wrong with me! I scolded myself. Satisfied that Taylor hadn't heard me, I went back to daydreaming. If you could even call it that. I mean, Lucas barely even spoke to me. If anything, he avoided me. But still, I couldn't help remember how his sliver eyes had penetrated mine, how his muscles bunched when he stood up to greet me that first day. How his voice floated through the room and whispered my name, "Kayla."

So, ok, maybe that last part was made up, but it could have happened! He started at me enough. Started, never approached. My stomach would flop around, and my heart would speed up. Even as it became embarassingly evident that Lucas had nothing but remote disinterest for me, I still felt tongue tied around him. Even now, my face flushed as I remembered his intense stare as me and my parents drove away. He didn't even wave! He just stood there.

I rolled my eyes at the memory and my daydream effectively stopped. Perfect timing too, because the bus rolled up to the school's front entrance. Taylor put her music away and started bouncing in her seat.

"Kayla, Kayla, Kaaaayla, are you ready, girl? Junior year baby, here we come!"

I laughed along with her and shook my head. We both got exited the yellow monstrosity we'd hopefully never have to ride in again (that is, if my car decided to behave) and ran up the front steps.

Taylor was still chatting about her class schedule, but my mind drifted. The back of my neck started to prickle, and my face got hot. Someone's watching me. Paranoia flood my mind and I craftily looked over my shoulder. The sea of bodies made it impossible to tell who it was.

"Kayla! Pay attention, Jesus." I looked up at Taylor and she rolled her eyes. I felt a small blush form and knew I looked sheepish.

Taylor linked our arms together and hauled us off to homeroom. On a whim, I took one last fleeting glance behind me and gasped. I stumbled to a stop and Taylor yanked my arm.

"Kayla! What the hell?"

I only gaped at her and dutifully allowed her to continue pulling me down the hall. My legs felt like Jello and I wondered for a brief moment if I had gone insane. My pulse was rushing and my ears were ringing. I started to gulp air like a suffocating fish.

"Kayla, seriously? Are you ok?"

I wrenched my arm out of her grasp and faced the now empty hall. I darted my eyes back and forth, searching. My head started to pound. I took a deep breath and forced myself back to face Taylor.

"I'm fine. Let's just go." I couldn't tell her the truth, I could barely grasp it myself. It wasn't possible, it simply wasn't possible.

I had just seen Lucas Wilde.

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