Author's Note: Hey everyone! Ok so I am writing this story with a friend of mine. She has it posted on quizilla and I have it posted here! Our inspiration comes from David Levithan and Rachel Cohn and how they wrote their amazing stores Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List! Anyways, please review, my friend Lara and I love them!! Plus, this is our first story. OH! And every chapter won't be by who is narrating it. The POV will switch between Damien and Carly though, but not every chapter. You'll see. And I should tell you she(Lara) wrote the prologue and I wrote Damien's part. And another thing, Lara always write's Carly's POV and I always write Damiens. Ok so here is our story! Please review! This was edited from the first time the chapter was posted so it has been reposted!

Prologue

They say that your first love is impossible to forget. Sometimes it lasts a few months and in other cases it may last a lifetime. Sometimes it brings a lot of happiness and sometimes it hurts like hell. Either way, it has some sort of impact on your life- whether it be good or bad.

They say that the first time you set eyes on your soul mate, you fall in love. Looking into their eyes, you forget about everything else. Nothing exists but the two of you. In face the world can come to a crashing halt and the room can be spinning but you wouldn’t even notice. And whether you like it or not, you are in for the most wonderfully mortifying roller coaster of your life. Strap in and prepare your heart for the fall.

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Remember back in high school that enormous rope they used to make us climb in PE? I always used to head to the back of the line, dreading my turn on the string of death. It wasn’t that I was afraid of heights exactly.. I’m not. I was just afraid of the potential fall.. that there would be nobody at the bottom waiting to catch me. I would fall the whole way and I would hit hard. And then I’d be alone. Alone and broken. This resembles exactly how I feel right now. How I feel about falling in love. There’s never a guarantee that I’ll come out of it unharmed- in fact love almost always hurts. So why should I even bother when I’m better off without it?

Chapter 1

Damien Alexander

I know what’s beyond those metal doors.

I know what waits to taunt me behind them.

I know I have to face it.

I know that once I walk over that threshold, life and truth will hit me in the face.

“Lex, man, why you standing there, the door won’t open itself,” Jay’s voice brings me back from a dark place I’ve felt myself slipping into every so often. It’s been this way since she left. Since she walked out of my life and left a big black hole where my heart-
“Seriously, Lex, we gotta get to class.”

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied coolly back to Jay.

“Man, I didn’t realize Natalie had you this whipped. Guess losing your virg-”

“Jay it wasn’t fucking like that, okay? Plus I wasn’t whipped,” I said, angry that Jay even dared to go there. I walked up the steps to the entrance of Carton High School, preparing myself for what awaited me. I had had this year all planned out. Natalie and I would spend our senior year together, before we would head to UCLA, me studying business and her studying French Literature. Never would I have thought I would be spending senior year alone as my perfect match attended a small school in dirty Jersey. My angel is gone and now I have to face hell alone.

Jay finally got me into the hallways and I immediately felt all eyes on me. I knew all of them had found out. Gossip travels like wildfire in this school. All these people, only just hearing how last year’s junior prom king and queen split because the queen was moved to another kingdom. They don’t feel bad for the king, thinking he’ll just move on. But here’s the thing- it’s the queen who beheaded the king, not the other way around.
That’s what it’s gonna be like now. Natalie cut off my head and ripped out my heart when she stopped calling. When the emails stopped halfway through the summer. I could feel her laughter as she crushed my severed parts into the dirt.

Their whispers scratched at my brain as my name came out of the mouths of every lower classman spreading rumors all around me. Their words buzz around me like a bloodthirsty swarm of bees going in for the kill.

“Jay, I can’t do this,” I say to my friend who is supposed to be at my side. But when I turn, Jayson is gone and off flirting with a new boy. Yeah, Jay is gay, but he promised that he thought my “jock-ness” turned him off. “Thanks, man. I’ll remember this,” I whisper to myself, my tone showing how defeated I was.

“D.A!”

Turning, I hear a female voice call to me and in my current state, I hear it as Natalie’s voice. But when I look at who it is that the voice belongs to, I see a mouse-looking brunette who has lost her glasses, grown a few inches, and looks better than ever with her tan and fit body. But that tan just reminded me of how Natalie would always be tan and gorgeous and sexy and…

“Damien Alexander, if you go all ‘I miss the whore-bitch who is screwing a Ralph Lauren wearing polo player’ I will personally harm you and show you that another girl can make you moan.”

“Skylar Zulik, what the hell happened to the girl who said she was going to consider going to a convent?” I asked, pulling her into a tight hug. She was the only friend of mine who was a girl. She, like all my other friends, hated Natalie.

“That girl went to Cabo this summer and met a hot local by the name of Enrique who had a talented tongue and-”

“Okay, Sky, I don’t need to know details.” I pulled away from her and smiled down. Sky was only a junior this year and I looked at her as my sister more than anything.

Sky looked up at me and smirked. I gave her a look asking if she went all the way with this guy and all she did was wink back at me before running off down the hall, most likely to go talk about her adventures with Enrique to Jay. And Jay would probably end up just blabbing about his boy experiences over the summer. I sighed. How was it that those two could be so happy when I was here mourning a loss of a goddess?

The bell signaling first period rang and woke me from the darkness I was falling into. I headed off to the library since I got lucky and was starting the year off in study hall. Mr. Kepser was my study hall monitor and had been for the past four years, so he would know where I was spending my free time. Thankfully I was able to walk into an area free of gossiping students. In fact the library was totally empty, save for the old librarian whom looked about ready to drop dead at any moment.

My regular aisle was calling to me. The row of shelves that held books from authors with the names that started with DEC and go to HEN. The pages still held that safe and familiar smell that I could always look to. I grabbed a random book off the shelves and headed to the table in the farthest corner of the library. My friends don’t know about this fix of mine. It gives me an equivalence of a high that a joint gives me at a party. But at this moment, I could not get lost in the world of Ernest Hemmingway, because there, in the sign out card, was the name “Natalie Laycha” in her familiar bubbly handwriting.
The world seemed to slip away as the cold water of my memory washed over my head. My mind brought me back to this past June 12, the day when the flood of night drowned my heart.

I could still see Natalie’s smile as she lay on my bed in her cute matching lace bra and panties from the local lingerie store. Her phone went off, telling her she had a text message and as she read it, her smile fell and her whole aura seemed to go down. Wrapping my arms around her lithe body, I whispered a soft “what’s wrong” and it broke her. Tears began to fall from her eyes and she turned to bury her head into my shoulder.
“He got the job,” she had mumbled, but I knew what she meant. She told me how her father was up for a promotion that would send him to a new chemical plant out in New Jersey. Mrs. Laycha said there was a slim chance that he would get the job; a slim chance that they would have to move away.

“Maybe you won’t move, baby.” The hope I tried to convey with my words failed to come across because of the despair in my voice.

Natalie ripped her body away from me and quickly began to get dressed. I told her to stop, to stay, and all she had to do was look at me and I got the realization she just had. We were going to end. Our dreams were just crushed in front of us, fate laughing in our face. Natalie headed home once she was dressed, leaving me alone. I hadn’t moved since the realization and when I finally did, it was to lay back on my bed.

The cold water sent my mind to another time and place. One I never wanted to revisit again. The feeling of wetness on my face brought be back to reality and back to the comfort of the quiet library. The bell ending first period rang and I finally noticed how fast the time had gone. I got up, put the unread book back and headed off to my next class bracing what was to come.

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The rest of the day flew by. No one tried to talk to me and I only talked to Jay and Sky. But most of the time I walked around in a zombie-like state, just barely getting through the day.

As Jay and I headed to his car, he brought up a party tonight he wanted me to come to.
“That new guy, um… Gabriel something, is holding it. I mean I’ll probably be with him, but I still want you to come,” Jay explained.

“New guy’s gay?” I asked. The term gaydar had no meaning to me.

“Oh hell yes. He’s got the three F’s. Fierce, fabulous, flaming.”

Laughing, we both got into Jay’s 1999 Camry. I had my license but didn’t have a car, so Jay was the designated driver.

“Saw you with Gabe this morning after third.” Sky said, jumping in the back. She was out of breath, which means she probably ran to catch up to us. “Did you two have to be macking in the band room?” Jay began to crack up but shrugged innocently. I shook my head then began to stare out the window.

“Lex, you gonna come tonight or what?” Jay’s voice brought my out of my trance.

“What- um,” I started

“Go where?” Sky interrupted.

“A party.You’re coming too Sky, but we have to get Emo McEmo Pants here to come with us,” Jay said, nudging me.

“Keep your eyes on the road, and fine I’ll come.” Something sinister flashed in Jay’s eyes when I told him I’d go but I tried to ignore it until we got to my house.

When we finally arrived at my house, Jay told me he was going home, changing, then coming back to get me. I obliged, no matter how much I didn’t want to. Then again, something to get my mind off things would be great. All I can say is thank God for school starting on a Friday this year.

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We finally arrived at the party and were bombarded by alcohol and loud music. I looked around the room for Skylar because Jay abandoned me quickly to go find his latest victim. I couldn’t find her and decided go to spend my night by the drink table.

I easily got myself a beer from the keg and chilled next to a girl who I guessed was new. She had on a purple tank top that had a cartoon girl saying “Nice top” and the other one saying “Get your own bitch”. She was wearing skinny jeans and flip-flops. When I finally looked at her face, I saw she looked like the new kid Jay was after except with blonde hair (with teal highlights) unlike Gabriel’s dark brown.

Then, speak of the devil, Jay came over holding Gabriel’s hand. He reached around me, grabbed a bottle of vodka and two lemons while Gabriel grabbed sugar. Jay winked at me and left with his boy toy following him.

I heard the girl next to me laugh and I turned to look at her with a questioning look. She got serious but I could see her blue eyes smiling.

“Guess my brother will be fucking your friend tonight.” Her voice was soft, but I could still hear her over the music.

“Guess so,” I replied. Then I nodded to her and said the only thing I could come up with:

“Nice top.”