My Fragile Heart | [slow updates]

Chapter 1

       Abruptly my iPhone 6 plus began to vibrate in my black Gucci jeans.

       It was probably a call from one of my friends from my college. When I was just about to answer the call, suddenly I see an enormous and fierce dog, with its fur smothered with mud. It's mouth is salivating with hunger. Yellow eyes looked straight into Saber with wild craziness, and its paws scraped the concrete and tore up the grass. As he prepares to spring with a savage growl, canine teeth are uncovered, and the ears pressed close backwards on the head and it came in to attack Saber.

        Freaking out, Saber sprang out of my hands and dashed off down the road.

       "No Saber!" I yelled, running after the cat. A dog took notice and began chasing him.

Just my luck.

        The dog seemed to get tired after a while and gave up the chase, but Nona's cat - which was a house cat - was scared out of his wits so much that he kept running.

       "Saber, stop!" I cried after the cat, not giving up the chase, but that stupid cat took a sharp turn to another street, paying no attention to my shouting.

       Whilst groaning, I dashed after him. When I took too sharp a turn following Saber, I noticed someone there and skidded to halt, so that I wouldn't crash into the person.

       Abruptly, from exhaustion, I lost my balance and went crashing to the side-walk, scratching my knee and palms in the process, might I add.

          "Ouch!" I muttered under my breath, still lying flat on the ground.

           "Hey, are you okay?" a male voice asked me, a pair of converse appearing before my eyes. I could swear that he - whoever he was - was trying not to laugh as he said it.

        I moaned out in pain and replied, "I think so."

        I sat up, rubbing my head, then winced in pain. I had scratched my knee more than I'd thought.

        "May I ask what you are doing on the floor?" he asked. I was inspecting my wound and still didn't look up to see who I was talking to.

         "Trying to fall asleep," I said sarcastically, still studying the scrape. If there's one thing I hate the most, it's blood. It's just too gruesome to me, even the blood of a small cut. I accidentally touched it and yelped out in pain.

          "Who are you?" he asked, sounding for some reason amused.

Who knows what I looked like. Surely I was a mess.

           "I'm Bianca," I said, almost sub-consciously.

            I still wasn't trying to figure out who he was, when suddenly two hands caught both of my arms and pulled me up.

           I'd yelled "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!" as he did it, but it was too late. He had already pulled me up, straightening me so now I stood fully.

       "Sorry love, just trying to help," he said, holding his hands up in surrender.

          I don't think I could have replied even if I wanted to.

        That was because I was staring at the Daniel Sparks, a the playboy of my college. His eyes captivated me. He smelt of freshly brewed coffee and cologne. I felt as if his eyes looked into my heart and soul - my very being - and wouldn't let me go.

         He had the most piercing bright green eyes that any girl would love to stare into. They could have captured anyone's attention.

       His looks were eye-catching.