Hold Me While I sleep

17 Year old Lana, is what every guy looks for in a girl.
She's attractive, intelligent; and way too sarcastic for her own good. At school, the 'relationship' shared between herself and the star rugby player, Kenneth, their closeness changing with each school week.
But when eccentric new boy, Noah, shows up, Lana begins to receive a series of letters she never expected to get.
That leaves only one thing; who's leaving the mysterious love notes?
And who really means them?


4. Identification of the false kind.

Lana's P.O.V:

On my way home from school, Nick was practically skipping.

"Her face is just so, soft," He whispered quietly, his eyes wide as he looked ahead at nothing in particular.

"She's a bitch," I stated, glancing at my friend with a frown.

Since his fourth period Spanish class, the boy had done nothing but talk about his crush, Nancy Bollard, and as lovely as the boy was, there was no way that a girl like her would want to so much as sit next to him out of choice. Of course, it was just her luck that their teacher had paired them for textbook work, so when conversation was forced between the two of them, Nick took it as a sign of her acknowledging his existence.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not one for slut shaming, but that girl... the journey taken by her vagina on a daily basis wasn't exactly a secret.

"She isn't a bitch," The flame headed boy argued, saying his words gently but having a slight firmness to them. "Plus, people say that about you, but you're alright most of the time,"

Scoffing quietly, I punched him in the arm. "You're lucky I like you, or I'd have got rid of you a long time,"

"How lovely," He laughed, stopping at the corner of a street and putting his hand up to his forehead in a mock salute. "Well, princess, I bid ye farewell,"

Bowing slightly, I nodded my head. "Oh!" Before he turned to walk down the street on which his house was, I called out to him, frowning slightly. "Will Naomi be okay with you?"

"Who knows," The boy shrugged with a cheeky grin. "I can just blame you anyway,"

"She already hates me," I sighed, musing to myself. Even in Primary school, the girl always came out with some bullshit story to her parents about how I treated her, and I wasn't even in her year.

After a moments pause, I turned slightly, nodding over my shoulder to Nick with a smile. "See you, loser,"

"Come over if you get bored," He called after me, as I began to walk away.

It was still early, only just past two o'clock as me and Nick had both left during our free period at the end of the day. That, of course, meant that no one would be home; and that, of course, was boring as hell.

Not that it was much more interesting when mum was in, but the company was sometimes okay-ish.

Rounding the corner onto the main road, I clocked a sour faced teenage boy, exiting the off license by the side of the road. His pale hair was mixed with a tint of baby blue, contrasting heavily with the expression which was almost pained onto his strong features.

It made me feel the same way as if I had just seen Marilyn Manson dressed in a pink fairy tutu.

"Hey, Smurf Boy," I called out, as I made my way up to him. He turned slightly, his annoyed expression becoming more confused than anything before recognition seemed to dawn across his face.

"Barbie," He replied, without missing a beat. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were creeping on me..." His eyes narrowed as they met mine, almost flirtatiously. "Well, that's what I get for making eye contact with strangers,"

"What was with you and Kenneth earlier?" I asked, ignoring his remark along with a slight eye roll. As I was this close to the boy, his attractiveness was only heightened. His skin was deep and tanned, and suited him well even with such pale hair, and his dark eyes just seemed to know things.

"Kenneth?.." He asked me, raising an eyebrow as he unwrapped a Mars bar and began to eat it. His teeth hit the small hoop through his mouth as he ate, but his eyes never left mine. 

"You know..." Shaking my head, I restrained myself from laughing. "The guy you floored earlier,"

"Oh!" The boy continued to eat his chocolate bar, shrugging lightly. "Oh, he's just a fucking asshole, lets be honest,"

As he watched me cock my head questioningly, he paused, before raising both eyebrows into his mess of his multicoloured hair.

"Oh sweetheart, please don't tell me you and him actually..." He grimaced, finishing his chocolate and letting the wrapper drop. I watched as the wind carried it away. "That's just abominable,"

"It isn't much to do with you," I laughed, the sound more like a bark than anything. "I don't even know your name, Jesus,"

"Nah, Jesus isn't my name," He shrugged slightly, before grinning. His cheeks were rounded and made his eyes scrunch up when he smiled. "I'm Oliver,"

"Still isn't anything to do with you," I sighed in return. "So, why do you look so pissed?"

Grimacing, Oliver pulled his leather jacket slightly, looking away. 

"This fucking city doesn't even take bribes man, I mean what is this shit," He muttered, his lower lip sticking out like a spoilt child.

"You tried to bribe Tom?" I asked him, chuckling to the boy. His head snapped up as I mentioned the cashier's name, and he nodded. "Dude, have you not heard of a fake ID? That man's a dick, of course you weren't going to get anything?"

"A fake ID, seriously?" He asked, as I pulled out a plastic card from the lanyard I had around my neck.

"What do you need," I asked with a sigh, as he flung a ten pound note in my direction.

Grinning, Oliver told me.



Looking up at the ceiling, I grimaced slightly.

So I buy the kid his tobacco, and he doesn't so much as give me a beer as a thanks. Once I came out of the shop, he seemed to curl inside of himself, take the goods, and quickly slide away from sight.

It was so strange.

Okay, so I didn't know the boy.

Okay, so he was new to the area.

Okay, so he was a bad boy.

But something about him, caused alarm bells to ring in my head.

And honestly? I couldn't tell whether those alarm bells were telling me 'bruh, this guy is probably the best looking piece of pie you've ever seen', or whether they were telling me to run home, turn all the lights off and lock all entrances to the small flat.

Either way, something about him was... strange almost.

It was confusing how someone could seem so approachable, yet at the same time, be so reclusive.

From a single day into the term, the boy had punched a six foot guy in the throat, resisted teachers screams, and just caused trouble in general.

Well, one thing was for certain.

With Oliver around, this year would definitely be more exiting than the last one.

Or two.

Regardless, the ass could get his own ID next time.

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