Prologue

October 13th

November Smith

"Hey, babe, you wanna go out tonight?" The tall, slender boy leaned up against my locker just seconds before I slammed it shut.

"Cameron. Cameron, Cameron, Cameron." I pinched his cheeks, making his eyes widen the slightest bit. "I'm not your girlfriend, stop acting like I am." I gave him one last smile, waving as I walked away and to my first period class.

Cameron Johnson -- the boy that thinks every girl wants him just as much as he wants them. He's liked me since fourth grade, all because I - out of all people - decided to share my crayons with him because nobody else would share. Ever since then, he's convinced that I like him. Sure, most girls fall for him because of his adorable looks, but I wasn't one of them. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Bonjour, Madamoiselle Novembre!" My French teacher greeted me. (November is spelt with the r in front of the e in French :) 

"Bonjour, Madame." I quickly responded, making my way to my seat; the middle of the front row. 

French wasn't my best subject. I was good, sure. I kept a B average throughout the term, but it felt like only this class dragged on for hours.

The class was fourty-five minutes long, and right before lunch. So, I do what any other normal school student would do. I eat a snack throughout the period. The teacher doesn't care, I have the second highest grade in the class, first being an 86%. 

The techer began our warm-up, and I sighed, placing my chin ontop of the hand that was being supported by my elbow.

This is going to be a long clas period.

Let's just hope that lunch arrives soon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Micheal Kingston 

"Mom, I'm going out," I spoke. I looked towards the short lady, her blonde hair in a tight bun, and glasses on the edge of her nose. She was wearing her work clothes; a blouse, pencil skirt, and heels too high to measure. 

She pursed her lips, shaking her head. She looked away from the paper she was focusing on to look at me. "I've told you many times already, I do not want you seeing that girl anymore."

"Why?" I scowled, crossing my arms over my chest.

Her face softened, "Because it's tearing you and your father apart."

My face became blank, "So?"

"Do you remember when," a small smile formed on her face as she spoke, "when you and your father used to go to the baseball fields, and you would take turns pitching, and catching for each other.." 

"That was when he had time for me." I sighed.

"But that's also what got you caught on baseball." She pointed out. "You have played baseball ever since, and you love it. Don't try to say you don't, because I know you do." It was true, he thought. I love baseball, and if it weren't for my dad..I would be in the stands watching, instead of on the fields, pitching. 

I shrugged, "I gotta go."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Third person point of view

"I just," the woman cried, "I want my son back.." The boy had gone out hours ago, not once calling or returning home. He was the perfect child, really. Always making sure that everyone had a smile on their face. Loving to spend time with his family. Going to the park just to throw carrots around for the bunnies that hopped around. Never thinking about girls. Always coming home, excited to tell mommy about a new friend that he made.

It was never assumed that he would turn out like this. 

A hormonal tenenage boy that sleeps around with girls, couldn't care less about his family or the bunnies at the park. He never talks about friends, just brings them over. All he thinks about are girls. Doesn't care if someone's smiling or not. He drives way too fast and dangerously. 

Julienne Kingston was a wreck. Her once tight bun, now fell messily around her face, the blonde hair in knots from her constant tugging at it. Her blouse was only half tucked in to her rided up pencil skirt. Her heels lay across the floor. both on either side of the room. Henry Kingston, her husband, comforted her, his arms wrapped around her protectively. He calmed her down, rubbing her ams. 

"I think I know what we should do." He spoke loudly.

"What?" She sniffled, looking up at him.

He smiled as he looked at her, her mascara running down her face in streams. He kissed her nose, "We're going to find a girl that will do him good, teach him what he needs to be taught. Set him straight." She looked confused. "We're going to find a girl to marry him. And he wont have an option." 

"But why would just any parents give us their daughter to force her to marry our son?" She muttered.

"That's the thing. We'll have money involved. I'm thinking a good half of a million dollars."