Fated to Fall

Chapter One

The burning times...

All I had to do was look at him and his coal black eyes ignited something deep within my soul, something cold and dying was rekindled.  I knew he would be the death of me, I knew our passion would burn me up.  Little did I know, how true that very thought would turn out for me.   

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“So…I’ve always wanted to ask, did your mom have an obsession with the Little Mermaid or just really into super villains?”  asked Jo Jo.  “Huh?” I responded, slightly confused by my best friend’s Joanne’s question until it clicked.  “Oh, no I was named after my great, great something like twenty generations back great aunt, Ursula.”  “Wow, that’s the baddest name any crypt keeper could have!”  Jo exclaimed as she brushed her jet black hair away from her emerald green eyes.  I looked at my friend in awe, while she wasn’t considered trim by any stretch; she was drop dead gorgeous with the most exotic features completed with a super straight white smile.  Unfortunately, like most seventeen year old girls, it was all about the waist line and she was a solid size fourteen all day, every day so she didn’t take a compliment well.  Jo Jo had style and was always good for a laugh.  “Crypt keeper….?” I probably shouldn’t have asked because while she was always good for a laugh, Jo was also long winded and could keep a conversation going through all six periods of school.  “You know a super old and/or deceased person and since we were talking about someone that lived a thousand years ago, it seemed suiting…” Jo answered.  “A thousand years ago?” I responded and laughed sarcastically “I guess it’s been a minute, but she lived during the Salem Witch Trials or something like that, so not quite a thousand years Jo.”  “Well, we all can’t be the history teacher’s pet now can we?” Jo joked, but I felt a twinge of jealousy in that statement.  I groaned in response “I’m not his pet, I just like history Jo and you would too if you could get off your phone long enough to pay attention!”  Jo continued to go on about how unfair the teacher, Mr. Braun, was to her but I drowned her out as I caught a glimpse of myself in my locker mirror. 

My blue gray eyes not only looked as drab as ever, but today they were highlighted by fiber mascara that had already flaked off onto my skin and extenuated the dark circles that were naturally always present under my eyes.  Not to mention my hair.  Why was I plagued with this hair?  Too thin and fine to hold a curl or stay straight, who has hair like this?

“Earth to Ursula. Heelllooo chick stop digging under your eyes or you’ll cause early wrinkles.”

I flash Jo a give-me-a-break look “Well we’re seventeen, so…I’m not exactly sure that’s true and I’m so tired of my mascara bleeding!” 

 “Who is bleeding?” came the low, masculine voice that belonged to the  super-hot, tall, dark, and handsome stud known as my boyfriend of three years, Joshua. 

“Hey handsome. Not a who. More like a what and it’s my eyes!” I open my mouth to explain my situation but his hand found my cheek and gently wiped my mascara fiber away, leaving me speechless. 

“Oh my gawd. Gag me with a spoon, you two!  Ugh, I am so out. See you third period, Ursula. Bye Joshua. Let  me know if you make any progress with Mr. B!”  Jo Jo slapped Josh on the back as she walks away  towards homeroom. 

“Mr. B?” I ask as I looked into his deep, coal-black eyes and watched his dimples form as his pearly whites appeared with a smile.   

He grabbed a wayward piece of my copper hair,  placed back behind my ear and ran his fingers down my neck and along my collarbone, and cupped my shoulder.   “Yea, it’s our nickname for her crush so we can discuss it  freely without anyone overhearing, I think you knew him as Barney last week.” 

“Oh I can’t keep up with her crushes, but I did advise her to drop the Barney nickname as it sounded to…preschool” 

Josh reached down to pick up my book bag, just like he did every morning, to walk me to class, but today I stopped him. 

“Wait, I’ve got to do something with my hair really quickly. It’s  a hot mess today and there was no taming it earlier, so I want to try to do something with it before homeroom, babe.”  I knew he was going to moan and groan at me because Josh thinks I’m beautiful, he tells me every day and sometimes I actually believe him, even if it’s not true.  Instead he turned me around to face my locker mirror, reached over my shoulder, and detached the mirror. He held in front of me while he hugged me to his  chest.

“What do you see when you look in this mirror?”

“Oh, I’m not even playing along Josh, let me just try something….”

He stopped me in mid-sentence, leaned into my ear, and whispered warmly on my earlobe “Look into the mirror and tell me what you see.”  He continues to lean into me and I swear his warm breath radiates down the side of my neck, all the way down my aching n*****s and settles deliciously in the spot between my legs.  I squeeze them together to feel the pleasure he has promised me later.  Tomorrow is my nineteen birthday and next week graduation.  Three years ago he made me promise to wait until the last night of my eighteenth birthday to join as one.  How romantic is that, what guy says join as one. For a moment I get lost in last night's memory; his gorgeous head trailing kisses down my belly as he settles in between my legs and shows me exactly how much he loves me with this tongue.   He rumbles in a deep throaty laughter "I know what you are thinking, because I can still taste you" he whispers.  God, I just wet my panties.  How would I make it through the day without his whiskered cheek rubbing the inside of my thigh.    

I pull myself back into the present as I remember my locker mirror “Okay fine, but you have to tilt it up because it has a wave in it when you hold it that way.” He tilts it just as I ask. “Okay,that’s better”, but then I grab to get the perfect angle.  With his now free hand he slowly runs it down the front of my neck and then slowly brushes his expert fingers along my hard n****e.  Luckily my locker door blocked the view from the left side and the hall was empty to the right.  Joshua took his time as he rolled my n****e between his two fingers and slowly breathed into my neck again.  A promise of what was to come later,   

Josh laughs as he pulls away with a wink “Ummmm…okay. I didn’t move it, but stop trying to change the subject and tell me what you see my lovies or do you want me to tell you what I see.”  Josh always used this endearment when he was being tender with me or my feelings. 

“Josh, the mirror is nothing but a wavey blur, maybe it warped in here when the A/C went out last week?"  I asked as he gave me his serious let's get this done look.  "Okay what do I see…” I stopped cold, because the girl looking back at me wasn’t the girl I had seen in the mirror for my entire life.  This girl was gorgeous, and even that may not be the right word to describe her.  “I see a girl with alabaster skin that has a peachy glow, beautiful bright silver eyes, shimmering cooper hair, and perfect red lips.  You had this mirror before you gave it to me so what did you do to this mirror hot stuff?” 

Josh rolled his eyes at me “Nothing, that was you,…is you, and that is what you always look like, I don’t know why you don’t realize  you’re  the most gorgeous girl in this school, town, hell on this entire Earth, but you are!  Now, leave your hair alone or we’re going to be late for homeroom and get detention, again.” 

“Touche and I’m not always the reason we’re late, stud.” My mind racing back to his fingers on my n****e.  

He licked his lips while looking at me dead in my eyes,I swear his black eyes darkened and flashed red!  No, I looked again and his eyes were normal.  Man, my eyes need to be rechecked because something clearly isn't right with my eyesight.  Josh picked up my book bag and slung it over his board shoulders like it was a box of tissues and not as heavy as a one hundred pound bag of potatoes.  I let him walk just a tad in front of me because I enjoyed the view from the back.  While I couldn’t deny I looked prettier than usual today, under these lights, Joshua Gibbins was Greek-God-hot all the time and every girl in South High knew it. But he only had eyes for me, oddly enough.  Which was unbelievable, considering I was mediocre at best, cute is how people described me, cute.  I took a deep breath and mentally pushed myself through the classroom door of, as I do every morning.  I wasn’t comfortable around a lot of people, it made me feel squeamish.  I always felt different, not ever really being full accepted, until I met Joshua.  I’ve always been able to “pick up a vibe” as my flower-child aunt, Martha calls it.  I swear I feel the pain, hurt, disappointment oozing from people and I just prefer to do my time and retreat to my alone space as soon as possible, but never with Josh.  With him I felt nothing but peace and my libido.   

“I wish my mommy and daddy would pay for me to have a makeover” said Shannon Gastin hatefully in her nasal type voice.  I walk past her and slump down in my seat behind her highness.  Shannon is blond, curvy in all the right ways and the Mayor’s daughter so basically the upper echelon of Southville.  “What are you talking about?” I respond.  “Well it’s obvious you’re trying to primp up your mousiness, with your new hair and makeup and become pretty for Josh, which none of us girls have the slightest clue as to what he sees in you, doll face.”  Shannon hatefully spats at me.  There it was, my nickname, doll face.  Given to me by Shannon herself in my sixth grade because my seemly inability to tan and remain pale as a porcelain doll year-round.  My mother, how I miss her, said it is a blessing one day the girls that torment me will look like brown raisins and I’ll have flawless skin.  I wish that would happen now because it’s not fair that someone so ugly on the inside as Shannon could be so beautiful on the outside.  “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about or why you’re even talking to me.” 

I slump back in my seat and raise my hand as my name is called for attendance in homeroom as I'm digging in my bookbag with other hand.  What was Shannon talking about me having a makeover, I thought, I haven't even had my hair cut in two months!  Eureka, my compact is found.  I flip open and remove my 001 Ivory powder from the mirror and bring it up to my eyes.  I let out an audible gasp and I feel everyone stare at me.  I do look like I had a makeover, who is this girl staring back at me... I shudder as I remember Josh holding my locker mirror and a wave appearing while I looked at myself in it a few moments ago.  Surely not, no way there were no such things as magical mirrors, eyes turning red and appearances changing, but looking back at me was the same girl from earlier and this girl was stunning.  Which made me wonder, had I really seen red eyes on Josh?