Prologue - The first meeting.

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Jacy.

Rule No. 36

Never lick a steak knife

We, as humans, live for an average of 29,000 days. Around 8,500 of those days are spent sleeping. Then take away all the time spent eating, grooming, looking after our pets and all of that other necessary crap and you are left with about 2,700 days. 2,700 days to laugh, cry, paint a masterpiece, find that one song that reminds you of that one moment that you never want to forget. 2,700 days to make a difference. So why the hell would you want to spend your last days falling in love with someone, just to get your heart ripped put from your chest? Don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to love; I just personally think it's a waste of time.

So sitting in the middle of a rundown bar just off campus trying to finish my class paper, the last thing I wanted was to have the image of a couple sucking face etched into my brain. That was one thing that I had learnt since starting college, put an attractive guy in front of 97% of the female student body and you could pretty much say goodbye to their rationality. Idiots.

I guess introductions are required at this point. My name is Jacy White, your all around cynic. It's not that I hate everything, because that is far from true, I have just been told that I have a very opinionated view on pretty much everything. Thanks Mom.

I could only guess that I made some kind of noise of disgust, because when I looked away from the STD swapping couple, numerous pairs of eyes were looking at me. Most of them looked on in confusion, well, all except one pair.

The guy behind the bar was in the middle of pouring a drink, but he glanced quickly in my direction, amusement clear in his features. I raised my eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry, I just..." He paused, passing the drink over to a middle aged man and breathing out another laugh. He looked at me once more before wiping his hands on a rag, a small smirk creeping up one side of his mouth, flashing a small dimple through his day old stubble. "I've just never seen a girl look so disgusted by two people making out. Ya'll usually love crap like that."

He was tall, definitely over six feet and had a muscular build. Not one that made it seem like he spent hours at the gym, but one that screamed 'manual labour'. His light brown hair had an effortless messiness to it that most guys would spend hours trying to recreate and it complimented his whiskey brown eyes. But what struck he the most was his accent, the strong southern drawl broke through his every other word.

"That's because most girls are delusional." I muttered, turning my eyes back to my laptop in front of me.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him walk towards me, stopping just over a foot away to lean on the bar between us, crossing his arms on top of it. "Oh please, enlighten me."

I sighed and shook my head, my eyes never leaving the screen in front of me. "Relationships, monogamy, marriage, the belief that we will all find that one person." Shrugging, I looked at him briefly noticing how even though his eyes were firmly trained on me; he didn't seem to quite grasp what I was saying. "It's all the same."

"The same as what?"

Why was I having this conversation with a complete stranger? Why did he even care what I thought? "Religion, politics, the belief that we actually have a choice. Whatever other ruse mankind has made up in some sad attempt to put one more step between us and the animals we came from." Ask any of my friends or family and they would have told this poor, naive stranger not to get me started on a subject like this. Unlucky bastard, I almost felt sorry for him.

The sound that came from him next was a mix of a scoff and a chuckle. "You mean evolution?"

"Yes I mean evolution."

He nodded slowly as he pushed himself off of the bar, a small smile never leaving his face, although now it had turned into more of a smirk. "Makes sense now."

It was my turn to look lost. "What do you mean?"

"You're the kind of person that would rather believe in conspiracy than the possibility that there is something out there that it bigger then all of us, even if we cant see or touch it." His nonchalant shrug and smug grin tipped me over the edge.

"You don't get it. And you never will." I snapped, focusing my attention back to my assignment.

"Why? Because I believe in God?"

Shaking my head, I closed my laptop and started to put it away in my bag. I was obviously not going to get any work done here. "No, because you're an asshole."

Another warm laugh came from behind me as I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed for the exit. I could just imagine the conceited smile that he was no doubt wearing. "Oh come on sweetheart. I thought we were having fun."

And with a one fingered salute over my shoulder and another hearty laugh from him, I left.

Rule 86

Don't talk to arrogant bartenders, even when provoked.

Hunter.

I nearly had to pinch myself to keep from laughing. The way she was staring at that poor couple with such distaste, you would have thought that they were banging right there, in front of everyone. Something about how her pretty face scrunched up made it hard for me not to smile. And damn if she wasn't pretty. From her darker completion I could tell that she had some Native American in her, but despite that, she had icy blue eyes, almost grey, perfectly complimenting her feisty personality. And holy hell did she have a mouth on her.

But when she walked away, all I could see was legs. Legs for miles. And don't get me started on that confident sway in her hips. It wasn't forced at all; it just made her look like she had a purpose and the ability to plough down anyone who got in her way. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like that.

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A/N: Hello. Thank you so much for reading the first part. :) I really hoped you like it and please feel free to leave feedback. x

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