Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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For as long as she could remember he had been there to rescue her in the nightmares that came on full moons like clock work. She could vividly remember his face, yet he never said a word. His ice blue eyes would always look warmly to her as he carried her out of the nightmare to a better dream. He was like a dream savior. If they existed.
Jordan Michaels thumped her eraser against her cheek as she sat in chemistry class. Her lips blew up to remove the black hair that dangled in front of her blue eyes. This was the last class of her high school career and next year she would be away at college. As she glanced out the window for a brief moment she thought she saw him. But just as quickly he was gone. That happened to her sometimes. She would think she would see him and he'd simply disappear.
The bell rang loudly and she gathered up her backpack and headed out the door. The parade of teenagers rushing out of the school to start their lives in all kinds of new directions and ways. Jordan was going to art school. It was her passion. She didn't have any real experience in much else if truth be told.
Her grades were average and she simply blended in with the rest of the student body. She had gone on a couple dates with a few guys. But nothing ever proceeded much further.
Perhaps it had been because she was obsessed with the nameless face that invaded her dreams. He had never aged over the years. But there was more to him then just his looks. Perhaps it was the fact he was her own personal rescuer. Her savior so to speak.
In her daze of questioning the likely hood that she was simply insane she took a short route home. Before she knew it she was surrounded by three guys. They were looking at her with hungry eyes and malicious intentions. One of them eyed her up and down smacking her backpack off her shoulder.
"Lookie what we have here boys, she's a fresh one"
Jordan Michaels thumped her eraser against her cheek as she sat in chemistry class. Her lips blew up to remove the black hair that dangled in front of her blue eyes. This was the last class of her high school career and next year she would be away at college. As she glanced out the window for a brief moment she thought she saw him. But just as quickly he was gone. That happened to her sometimes. She would think she would see him and he'd simply disappear.
The bell rang loudly and she gathered up her backpack and headed out the door. The parade of teenagers rushing out of the school to start their lives in all kinds of new directions and ways. Jordan was going to art school. It was her passion. She didn't have any real experience in much else if truth be told.
Her grades were average and she simply blended in with the rest of the student body. She had gone on a couple dates with a few guys. But nothing ever proceeded much further.
Perhaps it had been because she was obsessed with the nameless face that invaded her dreams. He had never aged over the years. But there was more to him then just his looks. Perhaps it was the fact he was her own personal rescuer. Her savior so to speak.
In her daze of questioning the likely hood that she was simply insane she took a short route home. Before she knew it she was surrounded by three guys. They were looking at her with hungry eyes and malicious intentions. One of them eyed her up and down smacking her backpack off her shoulder.
"Lookie what we have here boys, she's a fresh one"
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