The boy in the black

Prologue

Emma is 17 years old. And in her senior year in High school. She is a colorful girl. Very nice and cares about everybody.

Well, James is 18 years old and..... Mmh how can I say it nice? He´s a d**k. Doesn't cares about anybody, and wears always black. He is a playboy and breaks hearts. Can Emma give color to his life? Let's find out.

*Third person point of view*

¨Oh s**t, oh s**t I'm gonna be soo late¨ She says in her head as she runs to the right classroom. But yeah Emma being her shelf she bumps into someone. "I'm so sorry," says Emma as she gets up. "Look for when you run," says a deep husky voice. She recognizes that voice. Emma turns around and sees James. The boy who f**k every girl in the school expect her and her friend. "Ugh, it's you" Emma mumbles. "What did you say," James asked in a demanding voice.