All Chapters of His Perfect Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I do not like Dana That was the first thing my mind registered as me and the person in question walked into the school. I am not even exactly sure why my brain was thinking that, but I guess it was partly because I had come to hate me and what I had been, while Dana seemed to have inherited it. All eyes were on her when we both walked in with her making a great effort of wiggling her butt and whip her constantly like some horse using his tail to swat away flies. One strand had gotten into her mouth when I told her to stop before she actually obeyed me. After the school, had of course, had their feel of the runway model strutting infront of them, their gaze turned to me, mean and evidently evil. 'What is she still doing here?' 'Queen of mean huh? How about Queen of Crazyville?' 'What would happen if I shoved her right now? She looks like she could break if I put alot of effort into it' For some reason, I was grat

Of course, Tyler and I had different classes, much to the disappointment of the little monster in me that rages when it's happy pill was not around, so it was really hard for me to even concentrate in class when everyone was either whispering something about how I suddenly had alot strength and how Tyler and I got cozy alone in the hall and all the teachers acted like we did not exist at that point. All in all, I tried to zip my lips and not say a word, or a smart reply, and just stayed on my own. Dana was of course sitted next to me, constantly doodling on her jotter while she passed some sort of note to Chaos and Fire who giggled sometimes at whatever she wrote and sent back a note too. Immediately it was time for recess, everyone began to rush outside while Dana applied her makeup again and here I am, wondering why I had never though it was disgusting about how she had seven layers of fake skin on her cheeks while she asked if I was coming. "I'd be

The eyes are the first thing I see while he stares down at me. I can barely breathe but he has a look on his face that I do not understand, he looks sort of blank, but I am scared. For some reason I can barely even look at his face. I am just shivering right down to my spine. And I don't think it's because he is towering over me. But because he had called me a name no one I knew called me currently. Except Mother. Suddenly, he tilts his head saying "I know you can talk Iana" As if this knocks me back to my senses, I suddenly scramble back into the house and shut the door, locking it with it's key as I hear him chuckle. "Iana, dear, this is unnecessary, being shy, is cute, but I like staring at your face. Especially when you sleep. Do you know you look like a rose waiting for the sun to rise with dew all over it making

"Why not?" "What do you mean why not?" I ask, now standing up, taking a cupcake and walking around the room "He is a certified psycho! I mean who shows up at my door in the middle of the night claiming to have been sent by my dad and is being freakishly awkward and... Why are you looking at me like that?!" There is a smug smile on Pops face as he sits on the bed now, staring at me with a funny look in his eyes "You know, you once hated Tyler"I groan now "You can't be saying this" "I mean, I thought you'd forever hate him. He's not as bad as some boys, I know, but I don't like the guy, and you didn't too, and it was usually our thing, then all of a sudden, boom! You are dating him and you were even talking about having babies with the boy" I groan louder, using my fingers to rub my eyebrows "How can you sound so obviously jealous?" "I am not jealous Princess, it's just tha

As we walk down the hall, I realise something new. There are candles designated at different sections, particularly next to paintings. Old paintings that seemed to have dated back to the 16th century. And I am thinking... What if I was right? What if he really was a vampire? I mean, I already got the cold hand part down and he reads minds... Do vampires read minds? Shut up subconscious. When we finally reach the end of the hall, I take in the breathtaking span of space that one could call a literal ball room in front of me. All around, the walls were made of glass, something I had shockingly never noticed, with the floor made of some sort of mosaic tile letting the light coming from outside reflect in it with the walls sky blue, chandeliers hanging from different parts of the