Lydia's P.O.V.

"Daddy! I'm home!" I shout as I close the wooden door that is painted white behind me. Our two story house is on the base, if it wasn't for me going to school off base I probably would never be allowed to leave base. My father is very over protective of me and I barely even get to even go hang out with Jade on the weekends.

Welcome to my prison.

"In my office!" He shouts from down the hallway. I sigh and quickly run up to my room, I am wearing an oversized blue hoodie to cover up my dance clothes. To many people on this base know my father and I don't even want to imagine one of them telling my father what I was seen wearing.

I would be sent to become a Nun.

In the eyes of my father I am a innocent good girl who dresses appropriate and has never said a curse word in her life. But in the eyes of Jade I am just a free spirited girl who loves to dance to my own beat.

I have two different personalities.

I jog into my room and quickly shut the door. My room is mixed between pink and white, my walls are pink with different picture frames hanging on them and everything else is mixed between the colors. I personally am not a fan of pink, hints to why I have mixed white in. But my mother's favorite color was pink so I guess I let my father paint it pink when we first moved here as a remembrance for him. We used to live in a different house off base but after the accident dad couldn't handle being in the house and so we moved onto base when I was eleven and haven't moved since.

I sigh and quickly jump in the shower, washing off all the sweat. After about fifteen minutes I get out and change into soft, navy blue, short Pj pants and a black T-shirt that has the 'Calvin Klein' logo on it. I throw my hair into a messy bun and jog out of my room and down the stairs.

It's around eight thrity and I make diner before I leave for dance, so that way when dad gets home he won't have to make anything. I heat up some left over spaghetti and meatballs, I grab some water, dad forbids me from drinking soda or anything like soda.

Definitely no alcohol...oh Daddy, if you only knew about Jade's sixteenth birthday party.

"Hey, my little ballerina." I glance up from my plate as my dad walks in wearing green sweatpants and a dark navy blue muscular shirt. Even in his late forties dad is still pretty muscular.

No wonder all my female teachers are constantly asking about him.

I think with a mental eye roll.

"Hey." I say softly as I poke at my food. When ever I am ever around him it's like I always have to be on gurad.

It wasn't always like this though, when mother was here she always brought the best out of him and back then he was always happy. Now, I can barely even get a laugh out of him let alone a smile.

There was this heavy feeling in my chest eating my heart whole, keeping secrets from the old man got to me but what can a girl do?

If I tell him I will be grounded for life and will be sent to an all girl military school in California.

I sighed trying to push away my mood and try to hold a decent conversation with my dad, but most of it was about ballet class and I hate to say this but I had to lie through my teeth.

Another night, another milestone concur.

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Morning came as fast as I could blink, I pack my duffel bag with my dance outfits and such. Also, a separate bag with my school books.

The bags weren't heavy anymore as before, with my outrageous trainings it came as nothing.

I do believe I might be getting a small six pack.

I walk along the path I got used to waving to all the friendly faces I know. I know my dad was behind me walking me as usual to the gate, so every soldier that passed had to salute me instead of a warm smile.

My father held so much power it was suffocating. My half headed self choose to strode along without looking back.

I hate how much power he has.

"Daddy, you know I can walk myself to the gate." I mumble as we reach the tall mental gates that acts as a wall.

Or a prison.

Unlike normal girls, my dad dose basically everything with me including clothes shopping. Seriously all of my clothes are way to appropriate for my taste. Like now I am wearing a plain pink t-shirt with long black jeans, there not ripped because apparently my father thinks that's just trashy looking.

Forgiveness sakes! He practically asks me if he needs to get me any 'girl supplies' when he thinks it's that time of the month!

"Don't fight me on this Lydia, you know how I feel about you walking around alone with all the new recruits constantly around."

They're just trying to be friendly Daddy!

I mentally roll my eyes, it's not like they can come close to me. From when they hear my father's name they take a 360 u-turn.

They act as if he were death himself.

I waved goodbye to him as soon as the gate closed behind me. I put on my ear phones listening to some music before I got to school.

I wanted to dance but knowing
I was just too close to the base, I didn't bother to try. Coming to a stop at the pedestrian, seeing the school building just across from me. I turn my volume up louder than it can go but the loud roar of a motorcycle couldn't keep out.

I turn my eyes on the main street seeing the only black and red printed bike that was on the road. I couldn't help but admire the prints of the color it was so captivating.

I was so distracted I didn't know the lights change, I didn't bothering looking at the owner seeing the highly tinted helmet he had on.

I just walk across and ignore the rider, even though I have this feeling that I am being stared at or more specifically stared down.

Pervert.

But I brush it off and quickly walk into the courtyard of the two story school building. It's fancy here and basically only rich kids get to come here. But sometimes this school dose scholarships so there are a few students here that are not rich. My family isn't necessarily rich but we are well off and my father knows a lot of people in power and that dose come with it's benefits.

Such as having a free twelve year long scholarship.

"Hey ly!" Jade yells excitedly as she quickly runs from her cheerleading friends to me.

Jade dosen't just do dance, she dose volleyball, cheerleading and gymnastics. So yeah, she is quite popular. Honestly, I don't know how she even has time to do anything with all the practices and meets she has.

She is wearing a light blue sundress that falls just inches above her knees, white flats and her long blonde hair is pulled into something between a ponytail and a braid. She has three books in her arms as well as a light pink backpack that hangs off one of her shoulders.

"Hey." I say quietly, I get a lot of weird looks from my classmates dayily and honestly, it's so annoying. Like I have been here since the first grade! I'm not a stranger!

"Well, Peter asked me out!" She says excitedly, Peter aka the quarterback of the football team, also known as the golden boy here.

And not so secretly known as the biggest f-boy in the school.

"I'm happy for you." I say with a small smile.

My day goes on as normal, I go through my normal three classes before lunch. But now it is lunch and as usual the lunch room is packed with students but I already know where I am sitting.

"Hey, did you see that hot guy?" Mindy asks with curiosity in her eyes as she glances around the room.

Mindy is one of Jade's cheerleading friends, she's 'ok' but personally I think she's fake and two faced.

She'd stab you in the back even if it  benefited her a little bit.

I didn't bother entering their conversation already knowing there's no hype at all. But they keep gushing over his eyes and muscular arms, saying how it would feel if he lifted them up, I roll my eyes silently kissing my teeth.

"Oh, here he is." My table becomes quite both Mindy and Jade looking love stroke at the person who walked in. I turn my direction at the lunch room entrance, I would be lying if I didn't say he took all the oxygen from the room.

It was the first time seeing him without a hood over his head, his golden locks shine looking perfectly breathtaking with his fierce brown eyes.

"Your drooling." Jade whispered taking me completely off guard I try to hold my composure tearing my eyes from him completely focusing on my lunch.

"No, I'm not." I mumble while she and Mindy had a healthy laugh from my embarrassment.

I'm quite done at this point leaving the laughing duo to themselves, not to mention half the girls are still day dreaming. That's what happens when a literal greek god walks in.

And I guess they didn't hear the bell even if it rang twice I don't think they will even care.

Stupid, love sick teens.

I roll my eyes as I push the door open and not even within a moment I hear a cry of pain. Instantly, I jerk the door back towards me.

Since when do you talk?

In my obvious state I choose to ignore but then a foot trips me over causing me to fall face first but thankfully a hand prevents that.

I fly to a stand unexpectedly saying sorry seeing the bruise forming on his forehead.

It was Peter, Jade's crush, oh she's gonna kill me now I can already see the casket. He came to a stand as well as brushing away the dust on his pants.

Or rather the invisible dusk.

"A thank you would be alright, but okay I'll go with that too." He laughs lightly trying to ease the situation but I couldn't keep calm I can already see the lawyer suits and the newspaper headlines 'The football quarterback injured, future career destroy' the guilt settles in.

My nerves are practically overflowing.

"Hey let's go to the nurse." I said without waiting on his reply I pulled him along with me.

I need to make sure he is okay...to save my reputation.

Later on I find myself leaning against one of the chairs in the nurse's office as the nurse looks at Peter. I bite my nails anxiously as I await the news.

"Miss Mason, this is not a death row thing." She said brushing me off after all the questions I asked prior to now. I got to say I p*ssed off nurse Linda every chance I get. "He is fine just a small bruise." She motion to his forehead giving me a full view of the bandage.

A sigh of relief filled me but guilt still remains, funnily how he hasn't said anything since we entered the nurses office.

Maybe I knocked not only the wind but also his voice out of him?

"Now leave me back to my free time." Nurse Linda said pushing her glasses up more while holding her book. I smile a little holding onto Peter's forearm to exit.

God, I probably look like one of his fan-girls.

The bell rang already I'm extremely late for class.

My teacher is going to kill me!

"Hey, I'm still so sorry Peter, I don't know what happened." He gently brushs it off putting on a small smile, telling me everything was cool.

We said our goodbyes heading to my class. I ketp wondering why he was so calm, if anyone else did something like that he would attack. Just last week a kid stepped on his shoes and he went asap sh*t crazy on his a**.

I wonder....I wonder

I wonder my a** to get to class. I practically ran down the hall. Making sure to avoid getting caught.

I can always think about that later it's not like it's anything new though. I was about thirty minutes late for one hour class. It wouldn't make a difference but knowing thses teachers they'll call my dad.

I open the door with a creek the room was dark but I can still see the others and the Teacher at the back of the class.

I totally forgot today we are watching an old literature film.

"Nice of you to join us Miss Mason." She said causing the whole class to turn their heads but some didn't bother, nothing is new here.

She motion to a seat, honestly it would be best to just leave.

I walk steadily with my head low trying not to block the screen.

Some old literature film was on play I didn't really know what was happening but it's good enough.

I could hear the gossip crew having a go. They were on about the story that would soon get old Mr. Blondie.

I didn't understand why I choose to sit behind them. But I do and I can't help but over hear their conversation.

"He's definitely going to ask me out, I can already feel it." The burnette says to the red haired one. As they whisper to one another.

"I'll wear that one blue dress I saw in that store! I'll get my nails done and makeup! You saw that motorcycle he was driving! He must be rich!" The burnette whispers out with a string of quite giggles.

I can't but roll my eyes and try to focus on the film but they just kept going on.

Does no one appreciate a good literature film anymore?

"OMG! I wonder how good he is in bed." The red haired one says making hand gestures that I don't even know what they were for.

Or rather, I don't want to know what they are for.

The brunette giggles, "Well, I'll figure out soon enough, by the time our date is over he will be practically begging to f**k me."

I scoff a little too loud because they both turn in their seats to glare at me.

"Huh, oh look Skylar it's the little dance b***h." The red haired one laughs to her friend, they're being quiet enough that the teacher doesn't even realize they aren't even watching the old boring film.

Like most of the class.

"Oh look it's the burned out hoe."
I mimicked under my breath completely ignoring them. Not gonna be in their league when I can be better than them, what's the use of arguing.

It would just be like arguing with a wall.

They smirk thinking they won but my silence is powerful, their dumbness is just to overpowering.

"Remember my assignment Friday guys." Mrs. Bridgett yelled after us, the struggle of this class, it's killing me.

I walk along with the others but I felt my feet twist causing me to fall hurting my knee in the process, the evil giggling caught my ears, the witches 'of course'.

"Opps." They high five, walking over me like I'm trash.

B***hes.

I fisted my fist in a tight grip coming to a stand, I'm this close to breaking their necks.

With the heated mass I ended up going to the bathroom but before I could move pain shoots up my leg. Looking down seeing the bright purple bruise.

I curse under my breath, forcing myself to walk I had ballet class next I don't think that old hog will like this excuse. I curse even more hip hop later tonight.

Those slutty witches curse me.

F**k.

I hop along heading to the nurses office only to come across a small crowd forming in the middle of the hall.

For christ sake what now!?

Why did I ask already knowing what or should I say who it was 'Mr Blondie' I roll my eyes walking pass the scene. All the slutty crew were around him gushing their horny a**es over him. He looked slightly p*ssed off like an angry let annoyed bull ready to burst.

I didn't care hopping my way to the nurses office, nurse Linda might lock me out.

A angry growl came from behind me with a few little screams.

Before I could turn around to look, a walking wall knocked me over then hands came wrapping around my waist. My breath comes out of my mouth in short pants as time seems stop around us as soon as my surprised eyes met his. His eyes are filled with different shades of brown, almost has if God couldn't decide which shade of brown to make his eyes, so He just gave him all of them.

Like a record strach the moment ended when he pushed me aside with a loud huff he walks away, like a p*ssed off gorilla he stomped away.

"Hey!" I shouted after his beparting back trying to rebalance myself, 'this blond gorilla'. It went on deaf ears, I choose to ignore it hopping along my way.

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"Miss Mason you can leave now." She said in a loud huff don't get me wrong nurse Linda was like that big sister who needs a break from the annoying little sister 'me'. After all I was annoying her a** thirty minutes before she could attend to my knee.

"You sure you don't want me to call your dad." She asks once again, honestly, I do want the help but not my father anyone but my father. I shook my head reassuring her it's okay and I'm fine.

She nodded dropping the topic before slowly helping me up, it was much needed after all I was a hopping mess. With a light tap on the back she closes her door.

I sighed a little heading to the exit, it wouldn't be good if I didn't go to ballet class, the old hog would call my dad and I don't want that to happen.

"Hey Lydia!" A voice shouted from behind, it was Peter and my guilt resurfaced when I saw the bandage on his head but I smile hiding it as he came closer.

"What are you doing here so let?" I ask my curiosity laced in my tone.

"Just finished up training." I silly hit the side of my head of course Ly remember he's a quarterback for your school's football team.

He practically lives in the gym and in girls beds...

"My bad." I lightly laugh as we proceed with walking.

"But where's Jade? Shouldn't she be with you." I said looking behind us as if she'll pop up like a rabbit in a magic hat. But I didn't miss the sour look on his face. It's one of those looks thats shows discomfort.

"So how did you get that cut." He speaks clearing his throat, brushing off my question. I made a mental note to ask Jade later, my wondering a** is gonna get the best of me one of thses days.

"A short story that involves the key words 'the wit...." Before I could finish the exit door slams open with a force. Causing me to tumble over falling over on Peter, thank goodness he caught me.

What is it with men catching me today?

I whisper a thank you to Peter as I help myself up along with his help. My eyes turning to the source of the door, and of course Mr. Blondie stood with his motorcycle helmet in his hand and his hood coming low on his face.

If I didn't know any better I would say he was a gangster.

A handsome gangster.

He walks in our direction his foot steps loud with every step he takes. He comes closer thinking he was gonna speak caused my heart to beat even faster.

But no he walks pass without a single glance leaving the after smell of his cologne. Unknowingly I took in the scents it's oaura reminds me of the open forest rain hitting the dry dirt.

My comfort...

My moment ended when the shrieking voice came entering the hall. It was Skylar the brunette witch running after him all the while fixing her half open blouse.

She didn't even mind us being there the proud whore that she is, a smirk was on her face when she came closer.

"Connor, baby, wait up!" She shouted passing us in a haste.

"Well, that was interesting." Peter said beside me causing me to laugh a little. Honestly, it was pure disgusting but it's funny to laugh at.

We continue our walking forgetting the scene that just happen.

Or rather we try to forget.