The Stories of Leah Clearwater - (Book One)

Chapter 31 - Hi, I'm Hunter Emerson. It's nice to meet you.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t apologize enough. I was busy reading,” I was lost. I just felt this connection to him. I just looked at him. The wall that was around my heart, crumbled as he stood before me. I felt the goosebumps rise all over my body. My mouth went dry. It was like electricity flew through the both of us. It felt like he was lightning, and I’d been struck by him.

He laughed, “Yeah, I noticed. It must have been, very interesting.”

I smiled, “Folklore. I love reading up on it. Never get’s old.”

He smiled, “That’s cool. I love reading about local legends.”

I smiled, “I grew up on legends. We actually had a huge campfire, not too long ago. My friends dad, told us all these cool stories.” I had sparked his interest,

“I wish I was there to hear them.” There was a quiet moment, while we both smiled at each other. “So are you from around here,”

I giggled, “No I’m from La Push. My names Leah.”

He perked up even more, “Quileute?” I nodded. “Those are some awesome legends.”

I bit my lip.

He kept watching me. “So, Leah. Do you have a last name?”

I chuckled, “Yes. Clearwater. Leah Clearwater.”

He smiled, “Well Leah Clearwater, I’m Hunter Emerson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I blushed again. He smirked a little trying to hide it. Great I had this guy laughing at me.

“So what brought you up here?” he asked cocking his head to the side a little, raising an eyebrow.

“Clothes shopping. Had to buy some scrub pants, and shirts. Checking out where I’m going to school.”

He nodded, “Nice, nice. Peninsula College I assume.”

I nodded eagerly, “Accelerated program for nursing.”

He smiled once again, “I’m in my sophomore year for Education. English teacher.”

I smiled, “That’s great.” 

 We walked up to the register together quietly.

I set the book down, “This also please.”

The girl smiled and slipped it into the bags. She rung everything up, “Your total is 43.43.”

I pulled out my wallet and paid for my stuff.

Hunter set his book down on the counter, “It’s a really good book. I love it.” The title said, The Polar Express.

“It looks like a good read.”

He smiled, “It’s a children’s book, but it’s,” he searched for the right word, “magical.” I looked at him. “You’ll have to read it sometime, Leah.”

I smiled grabbing my bag, “Sounds good.”

Hunter smiled and paid for the book, and took his bag. “Well while you’re here, I can show you where the school is. Then maybe I can show you, this quiet little restaurant. It’d be my treat.” There was his grin again.

“Let me put my bags in my truck.”

He took my bags from me, “Alright. I’m a gentlemen and the least I could do is carry your bags.”

I smiled, “Go ahead if you must.” We walked to my truck. I unlocked the passengers doors opening it for him. He put all the bags inside. I locked my truck back up.