Fatal Attraction; Chapter One.

I lay my head on my pillow, waiting for sleep to find me. It won't find me if I don't try. I guess it's true, a guilty concience does keep you up.

I sighed and shifted to my right side, my black hair getting in my face. I sighed as I sat up. An edge of vertigo hit, letting my head whirl as the wind came to fast. I dropped my head against the pillow, and touched my hand to my face. It was freezing, icy.

My phone chimed then, making me jump.

"Jeesh," I muttered quietly as I picked it up from my scarlet bed-side table.

R we chilling 2morrow?

I sighed as I began to type my message back. I looked at the clock. It technically was tomorrow, but I didn't feel like going out at 4 in the morning.

I guess...

I sent back reluctantly. I really just wantd to stay in my house and sleep, but I needed to get myself out of this house.

I lay my head back on my pillow, and shift my weight so I'm lying on my stomach, and my back is facing upward. It felt way more comfurtable, surely enough, sleep found me.

My dream was dark and groggy, yet beautiful and sensual. I looked down, I was wearing a black dress hemmed to the waist down to the middle of my thighs. There was beading around the neckline, and it was backless. My shoes were "to-die-for" and my hair was neatly set down to my back. The wind misted, and my hair blew in every direction, yet it didn't appear to have moved when I passed a mirrored wall.
My imagination was so darn cool! There was music playing, soft and enchanting. It drifted me over under a tree, setting me there. Seconds seemed to tick by,

That's when he appeared.

Maybe it was Chase Crawford, coming to flirt with me. But as I looked deeper in, I figured out it wasn't Chase, it was my concience.

"Why are you here?" I asked. To be sure, I switched questions, "who are you?"

"Do you pretend to not know me?" the voice asked. It was dark with hatred and betrayal.

"N-no," I stammered as I saw a black fog lift me up. It carried me to him with force that has never been put in anything before.

"Then why must you ask?" the man asked harshly.

"I...don't know," I admitted in a strained voice.

"Figure it out." If the mans voice hadn't softened up, it would sound really harsh,

I stood, and when the dark sky got grayer and his face went to cold, I gasped.

He raised an object above his head, and slung it to his arm. He cut it with such force, that I could see the vein on his left wrist popping out.

The blood drenched down his body as he clung his body to mine. It shot pain through my body, and I couldn't help but gasp at what this nightmare was doing.

I woke up then. I looked at my body to see my orange tank top, and my black shorts blood-free. I sighed in relief as I realized I'd actaully slept till morning. It was 9:00 A.M now.

I reached for my phone, as it chimed.

Get ready. Karen & me will be there soon.

I gave a long exasperated sigh as I got up out of my bed, and staggered out of my bedroom door. I looked around my upstairs hallway, and it appeared empty. Not even my cat was lying where she usually was.

I walked down the narrow staircase to my kitchen, surely enough, my mom and sister were sitting there picking at their food.

"Morning," Aubrey--my sister--said brightly.

"Morning," I mumbled back as I reached on my tiptoes to get my Corn Pops, and poured them into a clear white glass bowl.

"Hi, hon," my mom said happily as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I nodded as I got a spoon, and carried my bowl to the counter beside the fridge. I poured the milk in the bowl--without spilling a drop--and put it back without a sound.

I turned to see them looking at me. "What?" I asked. The words came out harsher than I intended.

They looked away at once. "Nothing," they muttered.

I looked around the kitchen, and my eyes averted to the empty family room. "Where's Izzy?"

"She slept over at Hannah's last night," my mom answered me with a happy tone. She was quite fond of Hannah, though I was not.

"Oh," I grumbled as I sat beside Aubrey on a stool.

She made a face.

"What?" I snapped at her as I took a bite of my breakfast.

"Ate a sour grape," she said as she spit it into a napkin.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at her face.

I looked at the clock over my Mom's shoulder. "Crap," I muttered as I got up and took one more bite.

"Where you going?" my mother asked.

"Getting ready. Michael, Karen and I are going over to Ridgeview Mall to look for a new DVD for movie night."

She giggled. "Alright, have fun!"

"Thanks," I grumbled.

I got dressed pretty quickly, and I brushed my hair thoroughly, but not in the way to make it look pretty. I quickly put it in two ponytails on each side of my head, and my hair slug to the little part below my rib cage. Time for a haircut, I thought mentally.

There was a knock on my door downstairs. "Zo! Door!" Aubrey yelled. She was giggling at Michael.

"Aub, you and Michael don't have a chance, give it up," I muttered.

Her face fell. It's true, she didn't. He was gay, which is why my mom allows him over for movie night.

"Hi, Z!" Michael and Karen said enthusiastically.

I grinned. "Hey, guys!" I said back.

"Ready?" Karen said in her bumpkin accent.

"'Course I am!" I said happily.

I was smiling until I caught a glimpse of a person in the car. His hair was black and neatly styled, his eyes were a misty sea blue with the depths that looked aqua, and his face was perfect.

"Whose that?" I whispered to Michael.

"My cousin," he said. "He just moved her from San Jose."

That explained why he was tanned and Michael was not.

"Can I sit in the back?" I asked with a smile.

"Go ahead," Karen responded with a wink. Michael waggled his brows like a masked villan.

I smirked and climbed in.

"Hi," the boy said, giving me a stunning, blinding smile.

"Hi!" I grinned.

He smirked at me before turning his head to look at the sun.

"So..." I said slowly, hoping to make decent conversation. "You're from San Jose?"

"Yes," he answered as he turned his blue eyes to me.

"San Jose to Tulsa. Pretty big trip," I murmured.

"Oh, it was. But I like it here, it's better than San Jose," he admitted reluctantly.

I smiled at him, and his answering smile was timid.

We were at the mall then, and I got out.

"Zoey!" someone yelled. I burried my face into my hands, hoping she will think I'm the wrong person, or even better, that I do not want to speak with her. My stomach clenched.