Zane's POV
I woke up alone in bed only too see one of my closest friends Ivar standing by my door.
"What the hell?!" I shouted getting out of bed.
"Sir there was an attack an-"
"THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU A DAMN REASON TO BE IN MY HOUSE!" I screamed slightly losing control.
"Sorry si-"
"AND DONT CALL ME SIR! You should know by now ivar I allow you to call me zane.."
"Yes sorry si- I mean zane.."
I gave a sly look and realised I was only in my underwear. I rushed back to bed.
"I LITTLE PRIVACY PLEASE?" I screamed.
He giggled and turned away. I rushed to put clothes on. I took a sigh of relief today was hard and embarrising.
"Well I need to go to the warehouse with the others." I said putting on my leather jacket.
"Well I do to! So let's go!" He said giving a playful smile. I wish I had that happiness but after what happened with my family I don't think I will be the same. We went downstairs and the whole gang was in my house.
"Ok what the hell is going on!" I said crossing my arms.
"Happy Birthday!" They all screeched in my face. I hated my birthday mostly because my parents were killed in my birthday. I pulled an angry look that made them remember what happened. They all pulled scared faces.
"S-Sorry.." they all said surrounding me.
I sighed. "It's alright.."
"Uuh i will be downstairs at the bus stop"
They all nodded. I walked downstairs and there was a girl. She had long dark hair tied in a bun. She had pale skin with freckles dotted around her face and her eyes were deep blue, they were like an ocean and you could dive in them and never escape. Her lips were pink and full. She was a mans dream.
"Uuh hello? Instead of staring we can talk" when she spoke her voice was like a melody. It was enough to make my day and when she gave me a look with her percing eyes it made me want her more.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Chloe, yours?"
"Zane"
It was awkward silence between us until a bus came.
"Adiós!" She said jumping onto the bus. She was Spanish.
"Estoy viniendo por ti chloe" I said smiling.