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CHAPTER ONE

Running through the woods, I heard screaming, yelling, shouting, crying.....All coming from the small town just north of where I was going. I had just been there, and now I was running for my life.

Not seeing a rock in front of me, I fell, cutting my foot and falling to the ground. I groaned, yelled, then grabbed my ankle/foot. I stayed down on the ground, wishing my life was back the way it used to.

I thought back, to the time when school was normal....Family, friends, guys.....All until I met him.

I continued to lay on the ground, thinking back to the day I'd met him and how I'd gotten into this horrible situation.......

I had been going to the same school for nearly five years. It was summer and I was going to be a junior the next year. But, summer had just started and I was looking forward to hanging with all my friends.

We were all out at this one beach talking, messing around, having a good time. My best friend, Miranda was lying beside me on a towel, tanning.
"I mean, he's totally gorgeous. I don't know why he even wants to date her," Miranda was saying.
"Yeah," I said, not really paying any attention. Several guys, including my ex, came over and threw water on Miranda, my two other friends Callie, Brooke and I.
"URG!!! GUYS!!!!" Miranda yelled.
Callie screamed.
"Great! Freaking AWESOME!!!" Brooke yelled, getting up and chasing her boyfriend, Colin around.
"Thanks," I mumbled, getting up and walking away. To my surprise, my ex, Ty followed me.
"Hey, Chloe I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you wet," he called after me. I was trying to walk away at a pretty fast pace, but I didn't want to fall, so I walked as fast as possible.
"Chloe I am sorry, but isn't the whole point of going to the beach is to swim and get wet?" he asked.
I ignored him. He was beside me now.
"I mean, all you girls are even wearing your bathing suits."
"Go away!" I yelled.
"Are you that mad at me?" he asked, stopping. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop, too.
"You think?" I snapped.
"We need to talk about this."
"No we don't," I said, crossing my arms.
"Chloe, we never talk. We need to talk about what happened," he insisted.
"What happened was you dumped me for one of my closest friends, that's what!" He tried to talk, but I talked, instead. "You know, it's a good thing she's not here today."
"Listen!" he said. I looked away from his face to the sun, the ocean, anything but him.
"We still can be friends," he said.
"Oh great. That really helps. Thank you, Ty! Thank you SOOO much!" I said. I started to walk off again, but this time, he didn't follow.

And then, that's when I saw him. He was just rising out of the water, taking his hand and sweeping his hair back.

I stared.

He walked out of the ocean and was walking my way, holding a surf board. Surfer, great! Now I'll never get him! I thought.

I wanted to walk right beside him, but naturally, my planned was ruined. I fell, tripping over sand right beside him.

He turned and touched my shoulder blade, right on my back.

I froze. Reason number one, he was actually touching me. Number two, his hands were cold, unnaturally cold. It wasn't as if he was on a beach surfing but more like he'd been skiing in Alaska for three hours strait. Number three, when he touched me it sent electric waves through my body.

When I gasped, he sighed and quickly let go.

"Are you alright?" he asked, in the most outstanding, beautiful voice ever.
I nodded, unable to talk. I stood up, looking at his face.
Despite being on a beach, he was pale. Wow, um....I guess he doesn't tan, I thought.
"Thanks," I said.
"For what?" he asked back.
"Uh, making sure I was alright. Most guys would've laughed and just moved on," I explained.
"Not me," he said.
"I'm Chloe," I said, reaching my hand out for him to shake. I wanted to feel his skin again.
"Blade," he answered.
"Blade? That's your real name?" I asked.
"Yeah, my parents kinda had an imagination," he said.
"That's a really cool name," I admitted. We stood there awkwardly for a moment, when suddenly, Miranda ran up.