CHAPTER ONE: Sasha
NO ONE IS following you, I
hastily thought to myself, sparing a brisk glance to the back of
my shoulder. Clear. No one was there, it was just my imagination.
Just breathe Sasha, just breathe. I took in a sharp breath,
closing my eyes and admiring the bandy post-summer air. Just
keep moving, you're almost there. I was tired of this. Ever
since the first week of school I was feeling this lurking
presence, like someone was following me. It had been eleven
years; I should have been over the incident, why was I torturing
myself like this?
My copper hair flew in the light
breeze as I neared the school parking lot, searching for my best
friend, Becky Blandy. She was an eager to love Southern Kentucky
kind of girl. We did everything together, but sometimes she
drives me insane. Becky and I had been friends ever since I moved
to Shoretown to my foster parents; David and Martha Kabul, two
loving parents from the coast of California. I loved the town,
but I loved my home more. My old home. But that's gone,
you can't live in the past…
"Sasha!" I heard a cry. I turned
to look at my red-headed friend that was wearing a red plaid
button up shirt, and blue jean. She smiled widely, accenting her
white teeth. Her eyes glowed, and I smiled back as I embraced her
in a hug. "Sashie, gosh, I haven't seen you in what, one
day! Oh-Em-Gee!" yep, that's Becky alright. But I love her.
"Yeah, I know, horrid, is it?" I said, adjusting my book bag. The
wind whooshed across my cheeks, making my hair flutter back in
"Yeah! Look, here comes hottie
with the body!" Becky pointed towards my boyfriend, Josh Kennedy.
The star of the soccer team, ripped in muscles and with a full
head of golden wind-blown hair. I still couldn't believe Josh saw
something in me. He might look like a jock, but he was really
sweet when he tried. "Beck, stop calling him that, he does have a
name!" I glared at her with my amber-like eyes.
"Yeah, and a body!" she squealed,
hugging her waist. Oh Becky. Josh neared us in the parking
lot and I smiled at his warm blue eyes. Now as I stared at Josh,
I realized he wasn't even that cute. His hair wasn't wind-blown,
but messy, like he hadn't brushed it in a week, he was two inches
shorter then me, his eyes crooked, and lips cracked and chapped.
"Hey babe, hey Becky." He pecked me on the cheek and grabbed my
waist. "Hi Josh, how's it going?" I asked, brushing my hair
aside. The question wasn't what he saw in me, but what did I? It
wasn't that I liked him, no, far from it. It was that everyone
else did, and I being with him made me someone.
"Its all good…now that I'm with
you…" he started to lean down for a kiss, but I stopped him just
in time. "Not here Hon…" Becky would melt and I would
gag…I was about to say. Josh pouted, releasing his grip.
"Sash…" he started, just as the bell let out a crackling ring.
"I'm sorry baby, I gotta go. Don't want to be late for class!" I
ran off with Becky, thinking, but that's not the only
"Huh! Hello? What happened! Why
didn't I see some tongue action?" Becky screamed in my ear as we
charged up to economics class. "Shh, Beck, you're such a perv! I
don't like kissing in public!" I counteracted, raising my head
with posh. "Uh-huh. I believed you. It's not that. You don't want
to kiss him, because you don't even like him. You've got a big
fat, pedophile crush on Mr. Hagen!" Becky brushed her wavy red
hair off her shoulders, smiling.
"Shut up!" was the best I could
come up with. I took my seat, just as the second bell rang. Becky
sat next to me, smiling as Mr. Hagen entered the room. I liked to
call him Eric in my head. His name was just so sweet…Eric, just
like the prince in the Little Mermaid. And God, did he
look like a prince. Rich smooth and cropped black hair, almond
emerald eyes framed with heavy lashes, and boy, take a look at
that mouth. It was a perfect bee-stung pout that gemmed his
amazingly white teeth. He couldn't be older then
"Sasha?" I snapped back into
reality as his voice beamed in my ears. "Huh?" I asked like the
biggest dork. "Could you answer the daily warm-up?" I looked to
the board and quickly read the question. "Inflation?" I answered,
doubtfully. He smiled and I melted in my seat. He always wore a
suit to school, how hot is that? I loved how the suit angled his
amazing muscles, and how the curves on his chest beamed from his
- "Yes, inflation is when the cost rises and worth stays the
same. Good job, Sasha." He winked. Oh God, he winked! "Sash,
double U-Tee-Eff?" Becky whispered to me.
"What?" I asked, looking down to
my paper, my cheeks burning with a flicker of fire. "You were
totally drooling! Girl, I bet you don't have the guts to get up
there and tell him." She challenged, looking down to me, her lips
in a crooked grin. Just then, a signal popped in my head. Who did
Becky think she is? I could totally do whatever I wanted! "Oh,
yeah? Watch me!" I yelled, loud enough for the entire class to
hear. I shoved my desk out, got away from my chair and sucked a
deep breath. You know you want too… I yelled inside my
head. Just look at Eric, he's a real man, not like
"Sasha, please return to your
seat…" Mr. Eric Hagen started, just as I pressed my lips to his.
I slid my hand to the small of his neck, grasping his waist. I
ignored the gasps of the students and the "Oh-Em-Gee" from Becky,
and I just devoured Eric's mouth, lost in my happy