chapter 1
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There's really nothing I have ever learned in my 12 and a halfish years of schooling that could have prepared me for Hadyn Michaels to crawl through my window and land on my floor.
If you live underneath a rock and have never seen a single tabloid in your life, you may be wondering 'who is Hadyn Michaels?'
I'll do you a solid (or a disservice, in my opinion). Hadyn Michaels was the lead actor in the hit teen vampire drama Fangs of Passion. Yes, that is a real television show that millions of teenage girls and boys watch every Tuesday night at 7pm.
Anyways, the teen choice nominated actor was sprawled across my bedroom floor wearing dark jeans and a white t shirt stained with green and black with rips at the hem and rib.
We stared at each other and for a moment, nothing clicked. Then my next thought was he kinda looks like Hadyn Michaels, and then I began to scream.
"No, no, no!" He frantically whispered. He was on his feet in a flash and he was waving his hands around my mouth area trying to get me to shut up but also not wanting to touch me.
He got too close too fast. I jumped off my chair and grabbed the closest thing, which of course, happened to be my math textbook. I quickly changed tactics and grabbed chair and held it in front of me as defense.
"Who are you?" I demanded, preparing to knock the stranger out.
He blinked at me a few times and looked behind him, as if I were talking to somebody else. "You don't know who I am?"
Then the pieces clicked and I realized that he didn't kind of look like Hadyn Michaels. He freaking was Hadyn Michaels.
I gasped. "You're-"
This time, he didn't waste any time clamping his weirdly chiseled palm over my mouth, causing me to drop my weapon.
"Don't say it."
I slapped his hand away. "Listen, buddy. You broke into my apartment. You don't get to make the rules here. Now get the hell out."
Hadyn had this dumbfounded look on his perfect face. The only thought that crossed my mind was that he actually looked better in person.
"You want me to...leave?" he repeated, as if the words were foreign to him.
I nodded frantically. "Yes. Now, would you prefer the door or the fire escape?"
To my surprise, Hadyn began to laugh. "This is amazing!" he grinned. "What's your name? I'll sign your, er, math textbook."
"I don't want your autograph, asshole! I want you to leave!"
Hadyn glanced behind him. "Listen," he began, taking a step closer, which I responded with taking a step backwards. He noticed this and cleared his throat. "I just got out of a convention and these girls found me right before I could get into the car. They're probably still out there for all I know."
"That is so not my problem!" I responded. What a stuck up brat. I marched to the open window and inhaled, preparing to yell at whoever was down there that their precious vampire was in my dingy apartment. But before I could, two arms were around my waist, pulling me back. "You fuckhead!" I exclaimed, struggling against his iron grip.
He let out a low chuckle. Once we were on the opposite side of the room, he spun me around so that I was literally cornered by him. His arms pinned me against the wall and when I tried to duck under, he adjusted quicker than I could've even imagined. Maybe he was a real vampire.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
I rolled my eyes. "Do your fangirls faint when you call them that?" I retorted.
Hadyn smiled and shook his head. "Name?"
"Suck my dick."
He continued to stare at me. While I was a stubborn person, I also knew that he apparently had all the time in the world and the slower I cooperated, the slower he would leave my room.
"Alexa," I sighed.
"Pretty name."
"Bite me."
He smirked and I realized just how punny I was without realizing it.
"Well, Alexa, I wish we had met on better terms, because quite honestly, I like you." He saw my eyes widen with fear and quickly, he shook his head. "Not...like that. Relax. But I need a place to hide out for the night. I also need to borrow your phone. Do me this favor and I'll give you five thousand dollars."
Was he serious? "Are you serious?"
He nodded. "I mean, you obviously could use the money."
I smacked his shoulder, which probably did next to nothing. In fact, it hurt me a little bit.
"Get the hell out of my apartment before I call the police."
Hayden shook his head. "Did an endurance work out yesterday," he mused. "I could stay like this for hours."
"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you. Get off me!" I made a feeble attempt to push him off, but when he was that jacked and when I lived off of one instant cup of noodles and two granola bars a day, I was no match.
"Six thousand," Hayden bargained.
I stomped my foot. "You can't just throw money at me and expect I'll do whatever you want!"
"Eight thousand?"
His hazel eyes bore into my brown ones. And here I was, so used to him having glowing golden ones. Weird.
Eight thousand was enough to cover my rent for at least a few months. Plus, I could get groceries, pay off loans, buy a few books for class.
A tiny gray house entered my mind. My home, with its broken shutters and overgrown marigolds. I could afford to go home.
"Fine," I relented. "You have a deal."
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