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- Prologue -

I was walking pass my window when something had caught my attention. It wasn’t anything serious, just a house across from mines had put up their little blue icicle lights on the balcony for the Christmas season. For years now it’s been that same blue lighting and frankly, it never got old. That stood exactly the same, probably the only thing to count on in this place. It’s been over two years that my father just stopped showing up and my own mother had to mock me by getting a new boyfriend. So yes, the only thing to count on for some security was a neighbor’s Christmas lights from across the way, that and my boyfriend Kristian, but even that seemed rocky.

It was early December and school was still in session. Normally on Tuesdays, I had classes from nine in the morning until three in the afternoon. But this Tuesday was different. This time I met him. The tall dark and handsome motif that reoccurs in every woman’s dreams was standing in front of me less than a feet away. And may I say women he looked fawne. This little good girl was about to turn bad. I saw him check his back pocket for something and in a second he took out a cigarette. Ew, I didn’t do cigarettes. Often. Heck didn’t even party. Much. I don’t drink. All the time. I was pretty innocent. Ha. But he was a bad boy. His face and that hardly visible five o’clock shadow was so incredibly sexy and shouted, “BAD”.

“Want one?” I heard him ask me. I squeaked.

“No thank you, I don’t do cigarettes,” I said pretty calmly. Surprise, surprise.

He arched an eyebrow and looked me up and down. “’Don’t do cigarettes’?” Oh no, that’s great! He probably thought I was some preppy snob. I had the whole nerdy glasses routine going on with my pinstriped shirt. My black skirt did me no justice at a time like this either.

Suddenly there was honking. Oh shit, I forgot I was at the curb waiting to walk to the other side of the street until I saw Mr. Badass. I looked around and apparently the light had turned green again and I was almost in the middle of traffic. It was then that I totally forgot about the guy that caught my attention like no one ever has. When I looked around for him, he wasn’t there and as you can imagine that saddened me so much that it practically ruined my day. Then I went home and talked to Kristian. Life wasn’t that bad.

“Baby,” I cooed, “I almost got killed today, almost got ran over by those evil yellow cabs”

“Dammit,” Kristian yelled out in false aggravation, “after I paid them to get the deed done?”

I laughed.

“Oh you’re good Catherine, very good, alluding my assassins away from their goals to terminate your existence!”

It was little things like this that made me love him. I didn’t get it really. How could someone so stupid, like he was being at this moment, be loved by someone like me?

“Did your homework?” he asked me.

I rolled my eyes, “No, not really,” how could I really concentrate on homework? Yes I dressed the part as an attentive student, but when it came down to it I was just an average potato couch. After telling him that homework was the farthest thing from my mind we got into a huge argument. Great. The last thing I need now is to feel guilty for letting something petty as doing homework get in the middle of our relationship. And I would feel guilty, eventually.

Later that night the moonlight washed over me and I smiled happily, wrapped in my pink and white sheet. Though I could hear my mother and her boyfriend in the next room that still didn’t bother me. I finished talking to Kristian hours before and I finished my homework moments ago, but I couldn’t help thinking about that encounter I had with that man. I should’ve been thinking about Kristian and when will be the next time he’ll visit, but I couldn’t. No woman would’ve been able to concentrate correctly once they saw what I saw that afternoon. And you could imagine how awful I felt in the morning when all I was dreaming about was him. It was then at that moment that I felt I was back in sixth grade going gaga over Andrew Lopez. And that girls, was a very nostalgic feeling in some ways.

Yeah, I had it good, I could be happier, but I suppose that goes for everyone.

Everything in my life was constantly changing and now that I met him things weren’t about to get any easier.