He May As Well Be the Devil

 

 

 Prologue (Of Sorts)

“Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.”
--Mary S. Almanac

 

I stare at the face in front of me like it is the devil himself. It might as well be. He is certainly the closest thing to the devil I’ve ever met, or seen. No guy (no matter how good looking, and FYI, the guy is about as good looking as they get), should be allowed to have the ability to control human minds.

I mean, how fair is that to the rest of us, um, normal people? Do we get to walk around at school everyday whispering sweet little lies into the innocent (or not so innocent, in Kayla Wilkinson’s case: more on that later), minds of others? The correct answer is no. No, we don’t. We don’t get to sit in class and put thoughts into the brains of others.

So, tell me, why is it fair that he should get that um, ability? Is it because he looks like a god—as corny as it sounds, it’s true—yet he might as well be the devil? That’s not necessarily fair, though. There are lots of attractive people in the world. A lot. And okay, they may not all have gorgeously chiseled faces and an (extremely) toned body, but let’s be fair. Not everyone has to look like that.

And by “that” I mean perfect. If I could send a picture with my brain like he (probably) can, I’d let everyone reading this know exactly how perfect this guy is. And what’s sad is that I’m actually serious.

Anyway, back to my story. My name is Skye Daniels, age seventeen. And the boy in front of me?  Chase Davenport: noun. Meaning: an extremely sexy guy who looks incredibly dangerous and who melts the hearts of every female (literally every female, even 46-year-old Ms. Lexington gets flustered around him), and can also control human minds.
You think your life’s not fair? Try being in love with him.

 

 Of course, I’m not actually in love with him. But put me within ten feet of him and—like every other straight female—I’m swooning. Of course, he would never know this from the way I act around him.

He probably thinks I hate him. I probably should hate him. But I don’t. Not really, anyways. And even if I did hate him, I’m sure it’d only last point oh-two seconds before I started swooning again.

Having Chase Davenport attend Oak Hills High School has probably been the worst thing that could have happened to my otherwise semi-joyous life.

 

Reviews

[nostal]

Cool, nicely written.

[Just A Girl]

Hmm... I like and don't like how this is written.
I like that it has hesitation, but I think the use of brackets ( ) were over-used and there were some PRETTY long sentences squashed into them. Ha ha.
But yes, I do like the causality about it all and how it kind of sucks you into the teenager's point of view. It's easy to imagine how and what they're feeling.
Off to the next chapter!

[The Dark Passenger]

nice, I like the casual diary-entry style of your writing. It really has the voice of a 17 year old, and exposes the feeling of her insecurities, thoughts and desires (no matter how much she rejects them). It feels very real and raw. I like how long it takes her to get to introducing herself- it really indicates how mesmerized and distracted by him she is- and thus how hypocritical she is when she's trying to reject her real feelings.
gorgeous, well done :)