Chapter One.

An introduction to Scout's current life (she's the narrator).

 

Chapter One.

 

                Present Day.

                The huge Arizona sun beats down on the slinky red car as we barrel down the highway, speeding at 70 miles per hour. But not like there’s a whole lot of police here in mid-afternoon on the highway. Not that there’s a whole lot of people here in general, driving in 98 degree weather. They’re all cooped up in their houses, air-conditioning blasting.

 

                Nate reaches over and touches my knee, making me cringe inside. I look over at him and feel utter revulsion. His blonde hair is in a crew cut, his face freshly shaved. Sparkling blue eyes stare back at me, a strange, overpowering look in them. A look I don’t trust at all. He takes his hand off my knee to reach into his briefcase, taking out an expensive cell phone.

 

                I know this man sounds like every girl’s dream. But trust me, he’s not. I’ve seen sides of him that would be enough to make anyone hate him. His hand makes its way back to my knee, the wedding band gleaming slightly as the sun hits it. It makes me want to throw up. Throwing up reminds me of that one time, ages ago, that I was outside the Dairy Queen with Andrew and-

 

                Andrew.

 

                Andrew McKinnon.

 

                The thought of that boy, with his overgrown mass of curly brown hair and black tattoo on his shoulder, makes my inside ache with such agony and longing, that I almost cry. But I have already done too much crying for him. And for me. And for this eternally fucked situation.

 

                A bit of dread crawls its way in as a traffic light comes into view. We pull up beneath it and I stare hopefully at the now red light, praying it will turn green. Apparently, God has hard hearing, because it stays bright red as Nate pulls me toward him, kissing me hard on the mouth. I kiss back, feeling disgust as his thirty-year-old tongue shoves into my 18-year-old mouth, miles upon miles away from my home.

 

                So, you, dear reader, must be wondering what the hell I am doing miles away from home, kissing a married man nearly twice my age, when my heart so clearly belongs to someone else. Well, that, friend, is a story I am now, finally, ready to tell.

Reviews

[Jules]

wow intriguing :D he does sound creepy if u ask me hes more of a manwhore than frank! :D

[Nicole Archer]

Beautifully discribed, I could picture the characters.
which is overall a good thing.
=D
looking forward for the rest!

[Lauren.!]

Ohhh! This is really good! Much better than mine, lol. When i read it it gives me the goosebumps, you did such a good job. Tell me when more comes! :)