Unknown point of view:
I stared at her amused, her face was flushed with anger and the oh-so-familiar heartbreak. It was better that way, the only thing left was to get her to my side - which I would accomplish.
Teenagers? Strong, beautiful, full of vigor, yet ignorant. Their passion makes them blinded and a strong weapon in the hands of whoever could wield it. They are so narrow-minded that they don't know much about the world except their view of it. Only when their cover is down, they realize that earth is another place called hell.
Thanks to her being so worked up, she didn't notice my presence and slid into the driver seat with a curse, her hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. It's not hard to guess what's going on, after all, I had my eyes on her for some days now. Teenagers were so dramatic and predictable - and easy to poison. They were a useful asset.
