You Need Me
Chapter 1
Kyah-
"Kyah, wake up."
"5 more minutes" I groan.
"No, get up, or you'll miss your first day of school!" My twin sister Emma snaps.
Oh yeah. School. How could i forget.
Emma and I are identical twins. Yep, we look exactly the same. We've both got the same wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Our personalities are more or less the same. we're both quite shy, and smart. Our parents our very wealthy. Now i know what you're thinking, we're not stuck up as you may think, we're actually very modest. Recently, our dad passed away in a gang accident, he was stabbed in the chest multiple times by a stupid gang of punks. Ironically, our dad's job was a police officer.
"GET UP!" Emma screeches.
I stumble towards my dresser, frantically picking up my clothes for the day. Emma was already ready, as always.
*Skips getting ready*
As we drove to school in my car, we bobbed our heads along to the music coming from the radio.
I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didn't kill me
It never made me stronger at all.
Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me
So now I maybe lean back there
I'm sat here wishing I was sober
I know I'll never hold you like I used to.
But a house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my heart to beat in
'Cause you take parts of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love
I wanna hold your heart in both hands
Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And I got no plans for the weekend
So should we speak then
Keep it between friends
Though I know you'll never love me like you used to.
There may be other people like us
Who see the flicker of the clipper when they light up
Flames just create us but burns don't heal like before
And you don't hold me anymore.
On cold days cold plays out like the band's name
I know I can't heal things with a hand shake
You know I can't change as I began saying
You cut me wide open like landscape
Open bottles of beer but never champagne
To applaud you with the sound that my hands make.
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love.
All by myself
I'm here again
All by myself
You know I'll never change
All by myself
All by myself
I'm just drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love.
The car screeched to hault, as we reversed into the parking space. As we get out, I notice three punk looking boys staring back at us. I connect eyes with the brown haired blue eyed boy. Something about them just drew me in. They were all covered in tattoos and piercings, like walking body art. The one with curly brown hair and piercing green eyes smirked at me, winking seductively.
I feel a grab on my shirt, as Emma tugs me towards the entrance of the school.
"What was that!" Emma says sternly.
"What was what?!" I say innocently.
"Why did you flirt with those silly punk idiots?!?"
Emma had never really gotten over dad's death. Not that I haven't, it's just that, he died roughly about 10 moths ago, and I had gotten used to life without dad. Emma still hasn't been able to grasp on the fact that dad is never coming back. She hasn't been able to trust anyone with tattoos and piercings recently.
"I didn't flirt with the-"
SMASH!!
"Aren't you a cutie?" One of the punk boys I saw outside smirks.
I look to my right to see Emma also smashed into the lockers, with the curly haired green eyed boy hovering infront of her.
I try to release my hands from his iron grip, but he keeps them firmly in place, next to my pounding head.
"How come we haven't fucked you before?" The curly haired boy says.
"Good point Harry." The one holding me smirks.
"We're new." I choke out.
"Well your sexy as hell." He whispers into my ear, kissing up and down my neck, giving me goosebumps.
SLAP!!
Harry had just been slapped my Emma.....HAHA!
"I like 'em feisty" Harry purrs seductively.
Emma drags me away, pulling me into the nearest classroom.
"Wow em, you're a little fighter aren't you!" I laugh, causing Emma to blush.
"Oh shutup Kyah, this is our class, sit here next to me." Emma snaps.
I take my seat, and wait for the teacher to arrive. Other students slowly start to gather in, including the two boys we had an issue with in the hallway. They take a seat behind us, making me really self conscious, as the blue eyed boy practically makes love to my back with his eyes.
"Kyah, wake up."
"5 more minutes" I groan.
"No, get up, or you'll miss your first day of school!" My twin sister Emma snaps.
Oh yeah. School. How could i forget.
Emma and I are identical twins. Yep, we look exactly the same. We've both got the same wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Our personalities are more or less the same. we're both quite shy, and smart. Our parents our very wealthy. Now i know what you're thinking, we're not stuck up as you may think, we're actually very modest. Recently, our dad passed away in a gang accident, he was stabbed in the chest multiple times by a stupid gang of punks. Ironically, our dad's job was a police officer.
"GET UP!" Emma screeches.
I stumble towards my dresser, frantically picking up my clothes for the day. Emma was already ready, as always.
*Skips getting ready*
As we drove to school in my car, we bobbed our heads along to the music coming from the radio.
I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didn't kill me
It never made me stronger at all.
Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me
So now I maybe lean back there
I'm sat here wishing I was sober
I know I'll never hold you like I used to.
But a house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my heart to beat in
'Cause you take parts of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love
I wanna hold your heart in both hands
Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
And I got no plans for the weekend
So should we speak then
Keep it between friends
Though I know you'll never love me like you used to.
There may be other people like us
Who see the flicker of the clipper when they light up
Flames just create us but burns don't heal like before
And you don't hold me anymore.
On cold days cold plays out like the band's name
I know I can't heal things with a hand shake
You know I can't change as I began saying
You cut me wide open like landscape
Open bottles of beer but never champagne
To applaud you with the sound that my hands make.
Should I, should I?
Maybe I'll get drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love.
All by myself
I'm here again
All by myself
You know I'll never change
All by myself
All by myself
I'm just drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love.
The car screeched to hault, as we reversed into the parking space. As we get out, I notice three punk looking boys staring back at us. I connect eyes with the brown haired blue eyed boy. Something about them just drew me in. They were all covered in tattoos and piercings, like walking body art. The one with curly brown hair and piercing green eyes smirked at me, winking seductively.
I feel a grab on my shirt, as Emma tugs me towards the entrance of the school.
"What was that!" Emma says sternly.
"What was what?!" I say innocently.
"Why did you flirt with those silly punk idiots?!?"
Emma had never really gotten over dad's death. Not that I haven't, it's just that, he died roughly about 10 moths ago, and I had gotten used to life without dad. Emma still hasn't been able to grasp on the fact that dad is never coming back. She hasn't been able to trust anyone with tattoos and piercings recently.
"I didn't flirt with the-"
SMASH!!
"Aren't you a cutie?" One of the punk boys I saw outside smirks.
I look to my right to see Emma also smashed into the lockers, with the curly haired green eyed boy hovering infront of her.
I try to release my hands from his iron grip, but he keeps them firmly in place, next to my pounding head.
"How come we haven't fucked you before?" The curly haired boy says.
"Good point Harry." The one holding me smirks.
"We're new." I choke out.
"Well your sexy as hell." He whispers into my ear, kissing up and down my neck, giving me goosebumps.
SLAP!!
Harry had just been slapped my Emma.....HAHA!
"I like 'em feisty" Harry purrs seductively.
Emma drags me away, pulling me into the nearest classroom.
"Wow em, you're a little fighter aren't you!" I laugh, causing Emma to blush.
"Oh shutup Kyah, this is our class, sit here next to me." Emma snaps.
I take my seat, and wait for the teacher to arrive. Other students slowly start to gather in, including the two boys we had an issue with in the hallway. They take a seat behind us, making me really self conscious, as the blue eyed boy practically makes love to my back with his eyes.
11/16/13