The Wild Mustang & The Dancing fairy
Chapter One
Two years ago. Bardstown High
He has beautiful gray eyes, gunmetal gray that sometimes glow in the night.
So much so that people call them wolf eyes.
His jaw is sharp and angled, a true V, and his skin looks like priceless marble. Again, so much so that people say he’s got wintry, vampire skin.
They say he’s got magic, dark magic, running through his veins.
If a girl so much as looks into his pretty wolf eyes, no one can save her from falling for him.
No one can save her from getting her heart broken either.
Becausehenever falls. He is mighty. Everyone knows that.
He’s a heartbreaker. A player.
People say he doesn’t even have a heart, or if he does, it’s pitch black.
But he knows how to toy with yours.
He knows how to play with it. How to toss it up in the air just for fun and how to tie it up with strings and play with it like a puppet. And when he gets bored, he knows how to let it slip through his fingers and drop on the ground, breaking it into tiny little pieces.
Yet girls can’t help but come back for more. Over and over and over again.
They can’t help but come back to the Wild Mustang.
Or the Mustang for short.
That’s what people call him. That’s his soccer nickname.
He plays soccer, yeah.
Soccer is quite popular in our town. In fact, he’s the soccer legend of Bardstown High. And he’s as majestic and magical as an untamed mustang. As reckless and edgy and completely mesmerizing.
Although I don’t call him that.
The name thatIget to call him is something completely different, something that I’ve come up with after a lot of deliberation and thought: a villain.
That’s what I call him.
A Gorgeous Villain, actually. Because well, he is gorgeous, but he’s a villain, and I have good reason to believe that.
Four good reasons.
Four overprotective, overbearing,olderreasons. My brothers. Who hate him with all the fire in their hearts.
Well, not all of them hate him withallthe fire in their hearts. Only one of my brothers does, Ledger. The other three just hate him a normal amount.
Whydoes Ledger hate him the most though?
Because the Gorgeous Villain is Ledger’s soccer rival.
My brother plays soccer too and he’s a legend in himself. They call him the Angry Thorn, because my brother is a hothead and our last name is Thorne.
