Dark (a Cody Simpson fan fiction)

He thought she was just another girl. She thought he was her worst nightmare. But what they didn't know was that soon, they wouldn't be able to go on without each other. Follow Cody and Ella as their journey unfolds. Will she be able to change him? Will their love be enough to save him? What happens when innocence meets darkness?

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1. Chapter 1

Ella’s POV

TODAY STARTED OUT AS A TYPICAL DAY IN SYDNEY. I woke up to the excruciating sound of my alarm clock, showered, got dressed, ate breakfast and left for school. It was my last year in this regular suburban high school. There was nothing too special about it. Except today, something seemed different. The hallways seemed a lot quieter than they usually were. I walked past people whispering, wary that someone might be listening to their conversations, as I reached for my locker to get a hold of my textbooks.

Once I closed the door, I found myself startled at the sight of Macy and Rita – my two best friends – who were both standing right in front of me. 
“Did you hear?” Macy asked me eagerly. 
“Hear what?”
“Apparently, Cody Simpson is being transferred here,” Rita explained. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name. Cody Simpson. I didn’t know Cody personally, but I had heard a lot about him. He was friends with Eddy and his gang – or as we liked to call them, Eddy and them. Together, they always got involved in burglaries and drug deals that took place all around the neighbourhood. They always found a way to get themselves in trouble, but their good looks seemed to be getting them out of it. There were two kinds of people in this school: the ones who adored them and the ones who feared them. Rita, Macy and I belonged to the second group. Though, I had a feeling that with Cody here, they would much rather sit and have a laugh with Eddy than even cross path with Cody. I had learned that it was just better to stay out of his way. I’d heard he once beat someone up to death in a dark alley because they wouldn’t pay him back the money they owed him. If you did anything to piss him off, Cody would never leave you out of his sight and he would make sure you got what you deserved. That guy didn’t mess around; he meant business.

“Isn’t he going to Campbelltown East?” I asked. 
“He was. He got expelled,” Rita whispered. 
“Why?” The girls just shrugged. 
“No one knows,” Macy elaborated. I suddenly got a bit curious. Everyone knew about his activities and he had only been expelled now? A part of me wanted to know what was behind his expulsion, but I knew that it was probably better if I didn’t. The less I knew, the better off I was.

As soon as the second bell rang, I ran to my first class, hoping that I wouldn’t be sharing any with Cody. My plan was pretty much to just avoid him until the end of the year. I wanted nothing to do with guys like him.

I entered Mrs Peterson’s class just in time before she’d closed the door and headed over to my usual spot: the desk in the middle of the first row to the left, right by the window. 
“Alright!” Mrs Peterson clapped her hands in order to get the students’ attention. “Today, I–” She was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

Into the classroom walked our principal, Mr Westford, followed by a tall blond lad that I didn’t recognize. He wore dark fitted jeans and a white V-neck, its short sleeves slightly covering his tattooed arms. His golden hair rose up into a messy quiff, exposing a scar on his forehead. By the cold atmosphere that had suddenly filled the room, I could already tell who that mysterious boy was.

We all watched as the principal discussed a few words with our English teacher before he turned to us and said: “Hello, everyone. Today, we are welcoming a brand new student to our faculty – Cody Simpson.” No one said a word; they were too busy observing the teenager that stood at the front of the class, and to be honest, so was I. He didn’t seem very pleased to be here. He had his fists clenched and his jaw was all tensed as if he were ready to kill everyone in the room. He then suddenly glared at me, causing me to flinch before I looked away quickly.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Cody?” Mrs Peterson smiled once the principal had left as she gestured for him to choose a desk. There was only one available in the room. As he started to walk towards it, I let out a breath, relief filling my entirety. He was sat at the other end of the classroom and I was very thankful for it. Maybe I still had a chance at avoiding him.

“So, as I was saying,” Mrs Peterson continued, “today, I will be introducing the most dreaded English project of year 12.” A wave of groans emanated from the mouths of the students. “This project,” she spoke louder to cover up the complaints, “will be worth half of your final grade. Now, due to some problems I have dealt with in the past, this year, will be choosing your partners.” The protests grew louder at the sound of those words. I was actually glad she was choosing the teams this year because I didn’t really have any friends in this class and the last thing I wanted was to end up with someone who didn’t want to be with me. At least, this way, I didn’t have to feel guilty about it.

Mrs P. got out a list of names and her eyes scanned the words as they peered down over her glasses that sat on the brim of her nose. “Maria,” she called out, “you’re with Carl, Jessie with Marco, Tracy with Levy, Anthony with Jordan…” she went on and as it seemed like she had named everyone in the class, “…Ella, you’re with…” A queasy feeling took over my stomach as I dreaded the word that was about to come out of her mouth. It couldn’t be. There was no way. “Cody.” She looked up at me with a sympathetic smile almost as if she felt bad for teaming me up with him. Well, there goes my plan of avoiding him all year, I thought.

The teacher went on about the project, giving us further explanation on what we had to do and then she told us that she would let us start working on it for the rest of the time. I watched as everyone got together with their partners. I didn’t have the strength to look at mine. Why did it have to be him? Out of everyone, why him? I took a deep breath and pushed my chair back as the legs scraped the floor. I got up and grabbed my books and pencil case. I had to do this, I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t afford to fail this class, or else I wouldn’t be able to get into a good university.

I felt my legs a bit shaky as I walked up to Cody’s desk. He kept his head down with his hands under his desk; he was obviously texting. Great, I thought. Not only did I have to work with one of Australia’s most dangerous teenage delinquents, but he also wasn’t going to take this project seriously, which meant that I’d have to work on it all by myself. That was exactly what I needed.

I cleared my throat in order to get his attention. His head shot up to the sudden sound and for a split second, I thought I’d seen a glimpse of vulnerability as I had just startled him. But then his eyes swiftly returned to what I assumed were their usual gloomy hazel tinge as he looked at me, an arrogant grin washing his features. 
“Hey there,” he said. “You’re Ella, right?” I nodded, unable to pull a single word out of my mouth. There was something breathtaking about the way he’d said my name. It was like I had been frozen to the spot. I hated that he made me feel so nervous. “Well, sit,” he said, nodding his head to the empty desk beside him. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His grin grew mischievous. He knew I was scared. I’d bet guys like him could smell fear from miles away.

I did as he’d said and sat next to him. He put his phone back inside his pocket before directing his attention to me again. 
“So, Ella,” he said, his voice lingering on the last word. “That’s a nice name.”
“T-thanks,” I stuttered. Ugh, why did he have so much power over me?

I heard him slightly chuckle before he added: “Come here often?”
“It’s school,” I scowled at him. 
“Yeah, so?” he asked as if skipping school was a normal thing to do. 
“If this is one of your lame chat-up lines to pick up girls, save your breath; I’m not interested.” Cody’s eyes widened. He seemed surprised by my response. For a second, he appeared to be at a loss for words, my retort clearly catching him off guard. 
“Please,” he rolled his eyes after regaining composure. “All the girls dig me.” I grimaced at his overflowing confidence. 
“Well, I’m not most girls.”
“That’s what they all say…” His eyes remained glued on me and I suddenly felt small. I tried my best not to let my discomfort show as my throat became dry, making it difficult to swallow the lump that was in it. 
“We should, uh, get started on the project,” I finally managed to say after my gaze fell away from his face, as I flipped through the pages of my textbook. Just as I had landed on the page I was looking for, I heard a sharp buzzing sound coming from Cody’s pants. I turned my head towards it and watched as he subtly got his phone out of his back pocket and typed a few words before putting it back to its place. He brusquely got up, his chair almost falling to the side. 
“Where are you going?” I asked. 
“I, uh, need to go to the bathroom,” he replied quickly before exchanging a few words with Mrs P. and then left the room.

I glanced down at my watch; it had now been thirty minutes since Cody was gone. Either he had lost his way in the halls, or he’d left the school. I knew that it was most likely the latter. From the look on his face when he’d received that last text message, something had to be going on. Probably a fight or a riot; he always liked to get involved in them, even when the fights had nothing to do with him. I guess there was just something in messing up other people’s faces that he found so endearing.

Once the bell rang, I gathered my things and walked to Mrs Peterson’s desk as students exited the classroom. 
“Um, Mrs Peterson?” I asked. She finished scribbling a few words on what looked like a student’s essay before looking up at me over her rounded glasses. 
“Yes, what is it, Ella?” she smiled. 
“I was wondering if I could have another partner…” I led on, hoping she would immediately come back to her senses and rid me of Cody. 
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
“But I don’t want to fail because of him. I don’t think he’s serious about this project.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” I was getting sick of that smile of hers. She really didn’t have a clue. 
“Do you know who Cody is?” I asked. “He’s–”
“Yes, I know who he is,” she cut me off. “Look, Ella,” she paused. She took off her glasses and placed them on her desk before leaning forward, and said, “I know that Cody can be somewhat difficult to work with. But the reason I put you two together is because I know you can handle it.”
“I don’t think–”
“You can do it, Ella,” she interjected, once again. “I have faith in you. Besides, the teams have already been made; I can’t change them now.” 
“Can’t I do it alone?” I offered, hopeful. 
“Ella,” she sighed. “It’s way too much work for you to carry on your own.” This was a lost cause. 
“But either way, I’ll end up working on it by myself. Didn’t you see how he just left class?” I was exasperated. How could she not understand? 
“I know it’s going to be hard, but everyone needs a good challenge, don’t they?”
“And you want Cody to be mine?” I asked. “You think I can get through to him?”
“I truly believe so.” She looked serious. There was no way she was being serious. I closed my eyes, hoping to be lying in my bed when I’d open them. This had to be a dream. But once I did open them, I realized I was fully awake, and this was my reality.

As I was about to protest once more, Mrs P. beat me to it and practically kicked me out under the pretext that I was going to be late for my next class.

 

THE REST OF THE WEEK WENT BY RATHER SLOWLY. I hadn’t seen Cody ever since the first time we’d met in Mrs Peterson’s class and I was secretly relieved, even though I was starting to get anxious about this project. Although, tonight was Friday night and just for once, I wanted to forget about all of my problems and have a good time. This kid Oliver was throwing a party at his house and had invited the whole school. I didn’t really know him that well, but I decided to go anyway since everyone was going to be there.

I let my body move to the rhythm of the song as I danced on the makeshift dance floor next to my two besties. We were having a total blast. The place was completely packed with intoxicated teenagers everywhere – typical high school party right there.

I had now been dancing for two hours straight and was getting a bit dizzy. 
“I’m gonna go get something to drink,” I shouted over the loud music as I left Macy and Rita behind and headed towards the refreshments table. I grabbed a bottle of Fanta and poured the orange liquid into a red plastic cup. I brought the beverage up to my mouth, the cold liquid burning down my throat. It was then that I realized someone had tipped alcohol in it.

After consuming a few more drinks, I threw my cup in the trashcan by the door and made my way back to the dance floor. But as I struggled to get there, I felt a hand grab my wrist, pulling me back towards the wall. I turned around to see a drunken guy dragging me into him, causing our bodies to make a collision. He seemed a lot older than all of us. He was maybe between twenty-two and twenty-five years old. The party had gotten so out of control that I guess some random people had managed to crash it. 
“You look real nice,” he slurred every word as he stared me down, almost drooling over the tight-fitting black dress I wore. I suddenly felt uncomfortable in his presence.

Instead of responding, I tried to shake my hand off, but he was a lot stronger than I was, even though he was drunk. 
“Don’t run away from me, girl,” he laughed. “Let’s have some fun tonight, just you and me.” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I’ll show you the time of your life.” He then withdrew, the stupidest and ugliest smile I had ever seen in my entire life plastered all over his face. I felt sick to my stomach. I was scared of what this man’s intentions were and the only thing I wanted to do was to get as far away from him as possible. I tried ripping my hand out of his grasp, but it didn’t work. He suddenly wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me towards the staircase that led to the second floor. Millions of thoughts were rushing inside my head, but only one was kept on repeat: He’s going to rape me! Not knowing what to do, I tried to push him, kick, scream, but nothing was working. No one could hear me; they were too busy dancing to the booming sound that was escaping through the speakers. 
“Leave me alone!” I screamed, but he kept on dragging me to the stairs.

Just as I felt tears starting to stream down my face, I heard a very distinct and familiar voice shout: “She said, leave her alone.” I looked up and relief washed my features as I saw Cody standing in our way. His jaw was tensed, even more so than the first time I’d seen him. You could almost see the fire in his eyes as he was fuming with anger, his sight glued onto my predator. My gaze then shifted to the man who had now let me out of his grasp. He looked scared, terrified even. I guess he knew who Cody was because he left immediately. I would have never thought in my life that I would be glad to have Cody with me.

I wiped away the tears that had escaped my eyes and looked down to the floor, feeling embarrassed. 
“Are you okay?” Cody asked me. 
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, my breath trembling. “Thanks.”
“You need to be more careful next time,” he added. I looked up and glowered at him. As if this was my fault! “I saw you dancing earlier…” his expression turned into lust. And I shot him another look, this time, one of disgust. 
“Are you stalking me?” I asked. 
“What? No! It’s not my fault you happened to be right in my vision!” I let out a sigh. I really didn’t care at this point. This whole thing about me almost being raped had drained all of the energy I had left and although I was glad Cody had showed up, I still didn’t feel quite comfortable around him. “You’ve got moves,” he smirked. “You wanna come dance?”
“No, thanks,” I said. All I wanted was to go home.

As I was about to walk away from him to let Rita and Macy know I was leaving, the sudden sound of police sirens was heard through the windows. The music abruptly stopped, the room filling with chaos. 
“The cops are coming!” someone shouted before everyone started running all over the place. Cody and I both looked at each other as we shared the same expression. Not only was there alcohol at this party, but there were also a lot of drugs circulating. If the cops found us here, we’d get arrested, whether we had consumed anything or not. 
“Come on, let’s go!” Cody rushed me. I stood there, unsettled. Did I really want to run off with Cody, who already had a criminal record bigger than a dictionary? “Come on!” Cody pressed, tugging onto my arm. I decided that escaping with him was better than being arrested, so I chose to run after him.

Our feet slapped the ground as quickly as possible as we ran the fastest we could. As we reached a street corner, Cody made a sharp turn towards a massive tree. I did the same, but my feet got caught inside one of its wayward roots, causing my body to collapse onto the ground. 
“Shit,” I heard Cody cuss at the sound of my whimpers as he ran back to me. “What are you doing??” he whisper-yelled. 
“I fell!” 
“Shh!!!” he shushed me as he helped me onto my feet. Once I was fully standing, I lost balance again, leaning onto Cody’s shoulder for support. “What now?” he asked, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t moving any faster. 
“I think I sprained my ankle,” I complained as I leaned forward, stroking the swollen area. I heard Cody huff before I was suddenly lifted off the ground. 
“Simpson!” I heard the voice of a man shout through a megaphone. 
“Fuck,” Cody uttered under his breath. 
“We know it’s you!”

Next thing I knew, Cody was carrying me bridal style and ran away even faster than he was running before. I hadn’t realized how strong this guy was. He was doing really well, considering he was carrying a 45-pound girl in his arms.

About ten or fifteen minutes later, Cody finally stopped, setting me down behind a giant bush. 
“I think we lost them,” Cody breathed as he hunched over, gasping for air. He then sat next to me, turning his face to my direction. 
“Do you do this a lot?” I asked, out of puff. Although I hadn’t been running as much, I felt as exhausted as he was. 
“Do what?” His chest was rising and falling harshly as he was still catching his breath. 
“Run away from the cops like that?” 
“Oh. Uh… It happens sometimes.” The reality of me being alone with Cody finally sank in. 
“Is it true?” the words escaped my mouth before I had the time to restrain them. 
“Is what true?” Cody asked. 
“Never mind, it’s nothing.” The last thing I wanted was to be killed for my thoughtlessness in the middle of the night and have my dead body found in this bush the next morning. 
“No, tell me,” he insisted. 
“Those things people are saying about you,” my curiosity got the best of me. 
“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Ella.” I could feel shivers going down my spine as his voice sounded my name. “People are saying a lot of shit about me.”
“Is it true that you killed someone?” My level of anxiety went as high as the Everest. What was wrong with me? Why had I just asked that?
“No, those are just rumours people are spreading.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. At least he wasn’t a killer. 
“What are you so relieved about?” Cody deadpanned. “I could be lying to you right now and you wouldn’t even know.” His expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not, but I had a feeling he was telling the truth. 
“I believe you,” I simply answered. I didn’t know if it was coming from the moonlight’s reflection, or from the slight amount of alcohol flowing through my veins, but from this angle, Cody almost looked beautiful, a tragic kind of beautiful that was. The kind that could be found deep inside persons who had been damaged for so long that their beauty was no longer visible to the naked eye; only the people who were willing to dig deeper were able to see it – and I was able to. “Have you ever been in jail?” I questioned. 
“Yeah, a couple times.” 
“What for?” 
“Shoplifting, break-ins, stealing cars, possession of illegal substance, and some other things you don’t wanna know about.” He’d listed those charges as if they were items you could easily find on someone’s grocery list. I nodded, trying to process what he had just said. “Does that scare you?” I shook my head. For some strange reason that I couldn’t understand, I wasn’t so afraid anymore.

Mrs Peterson’s words suddenly replayed in my head. Maybe I saw something in him that others didn’t see. Maybe Mrs P. was right. Maybe I could be the one to figure him out. 
“Why did you get expelled from your old school?” I asked. The curiosity was killing me. 
“You know,” Cody’s playful side was back as his lips curled up to the side, “for someone who doesn’t care about me, you sure are asking an awful lot of questions.”

I instantly felt an eerie sensation inside my chest. I now understood why those girls found Cody so attractive. In that moment, I swore I could have kissed him. But before I could do something I would soon regret, I parted my lips and said, “I should go.” 
“I’ll help you,” he immediately replied, jumping up and holding out his hand to me. I hesitantly took it, propping myself onto his shoulder. 
“I… I think I can walk on my own,” I said, putting my swollen foot down. “My house only is a few blocks away.” 
“I’ll walk you,” he offered, almost sounding desperate. I didn’t answer. Instead, I just turned around and started walking down the street. I could hear him following close behind me.

The walk there had been completely silent, our footsteps tracing the concrete the only audible sound at this time of the night. Once I reached my house, I walked up the few stairs leading to the front door and Cody followed. 
“Well, this is it,” I stated awkwardly, hoping he wasn’t expecting me to invite him in.

Cody didn’t say a word. Instead, he leaned forward, slightly tilting his head to the side. Oh no! I thought. He’s going to kiss me! Surprisingly, his lips went past mine, brushing against my ear. 
“I’ll see you at school,” he murmured before leaving a delicate kiss on my right cheek. He slowly withdrew and I could hear my heart thumping harder against my chest with every second that went by. I watched as he descended the stairs, walking down the sidewalk until he was out of my sight.

I stood there, staring into space, as my mind slowly processed the events of the night. Then, I let out a breath. I didn’t know what to think of this guy. At first, I wanted nothing to do with him. But now, I felt the need to be closer to him. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way. He was bad for me. I had to stay away from him. But I didn’t know if I wanted to.

 

 

 

A/N: A lot of you guys on Tumblr had asked me to make a fan fiction out of the Dark Cody imagine I posted on there a while ago, so here is the first chapter! Let me know what you think! Xx

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