The Past Rendezvous With The Now

She stared at him. "Do you remember me?" he asked. She shook her head. He smirked, "I was the boy that tried to kill you in kindergarten."


Chapter 1: Met And Bet


Point Of View: Raithe


Being the only daughter of five children Jayme wasn't much for showing emotion unless it was needed. It took a lot to get her to cry so you can guess that it would take a lot to get her to fall in love. Well, she did fall in love. And she fell hard.

Tears cascaded down her eyes and onto her cheeks.

"Jayme," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't look at him. "Jay, I'm sorry."

She closed her eyes tightly and listened to the sound of him leave the room. That was when the tears really fell. She couldn't believe how easily she could lose the most important thing in her life, when four months earlier she would have made fun of any girl in her position. Four months earlier she would only be in tears if she twisted an ankle and stuck on the bench during basketball season. Four months earlier she never knew the heart breaker known as Gabe Michael.

The taste of salt was on her lips. She wanted to scream but nothing would come out.

"Hey Jayme!" her cousin greeted her. And although she couldn't see her face she knew that Rowena with a gigantic smile. It was just a weird connection she always had with her only girl cousin. She continued typing her paper, "All dressed up and no where to go. Eh, Rowena?" She could feel her cousin's eyes roll without even meeting eye to eye with her.

Rowena scoffed at her cynical cousin. "WE are going to a concert, whether you want to or not."

For the first time in nearly two hours she finally looked up from typing her essay. "I don't do concerts, Rowe." She eyed Rowena suspiciously as she was handed a concert ticket. She dropped her jaw in shock. She felt like choking. "You've got to be kidding." She couldn't believe that her cousin was still into pop music but there was the proof right in her face. Front row tickets for pop princess Britney Spears. She shivered.

"You have to come with me Jayme!" Rowena started whining.

"No freaking way, Rowe..." She stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets and leaned back on the chair. She tittered for awhile. She knew that she couldn't refuse if Rowena really wanted her to go.

"J-a-y-m-e!" Rowena's whining and crying was getting worse and worse by the moment. Rowena was muttering incoherently and it was obvious that she wasn't ready to give up.

It was five minutes later when she finally surrender to her cousins wailing. "Fine, Rowe, but just so you know. I think you are a loser."

Rowena didn't mind the insult and instead of a frown she had a gigantic smile. "Thank you. Thank you. You will not regret this!"

"Eh," she shrugged and turned back to her paper. "Every moment you stand in my room, you make me regret the ill-conceived decision even more." She looked up to see her cousin still smiling. "Stop it." And much to her disgust Rowena hugged her tightly.

"Much love!" Rowena exclaimed in her ear.

"Go away," she muttered while Rowena had a death grip on her.

Rowena pulled still with a grin still plastered on her face. It really was too bad that Rowena didn't make it on the high school cheerleading team because now she had no really excuse for being such a prep.

Rowena skipped out of the room. She scoffed at her cousin's behavior, it was quite childish. Nay, it was actually quite girlie. She shook her head at despite how much they were alike physically they were so different personality wise. They could have easily been seen as sisters rather than cousins. Same long dark brown hair and light green eyes, same petite figure, and even the same tiny nose.

And that was how she was stuck listening to Pop Princess BS, as she loving like to refer to the blonde who was singing on stage. She hated how she was so close to BS. "I'm going to puke," she muttered silently to herself. Not even the people crammed up against her could hear her over the music.

It wasn't until after the concert did she finally escape the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Rowena had begged her to take her to the bathroom when she saw him.

She stared at him, she really couldn't help it. He was the only guy in the whole place that didn't have his arm over a girl or looked gay. He was extremely attractive. Short black hair and from where she could see he either had iced blue or light green eyes. She saw a smile creep across his face. She suddenly blushed and tried to look away. She was instantly started hoping that Rowena would hurry up even though she knew that the line for the bathroom was probably as long as any for a Disneyland ride.

She could feel him walking closer to her.

He stopped. "Do you remember me?" he asked.

She looked up and hoped that he wasn't hitting on her. She knew that line from anywhere. Rowena used that line on ever boy she was ever with. It was the easiest way to start a conversation. She shook her head.

He smirked, "I was the boy that tried to kill you in kindergarten."

Lights flashed and the light bulb turned on. "Raithus Sinclair?"

He grinned brightly, "Wowie, you remembered my name. I can't seem to place your face with a name. I was going with Jenny, but you don't strike me as a Jenny."

She narrowed her eyes, "Of course I remembered your name Raithe! You tried to stap me with a scissor."

He snickered with a shrug. "Still not over that, huh? Well it wasn't like a childproof scissor would have killed you."

"It would have hurt!"

"Well, you were so annoying!" he retorted, losing his temper now.

She got on the tips of her toes and poked him in the chest. "You started it!"

He took her hand and moved it off him and suddenly he smiled as if his anger just disappeared. "I think I finally remembered your name, Jayme."

She rolled her eyes and pulled her hand away from him. Instantly regretting it because he was warmer than she was at that moment. "What are you doing here anyway? Eh, Raithe?" From his skater outfit he looked somewhat out of place.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said looking down. His eyes stopped at her chest and she could see the hint of a smile in his eyes. She hated it when guys' eyes traveled down her body. She hated the feeling.

She wrinkled her nose. "Stop that."

He chuckled and shrugged, "Well you were staring at me first and anyways I'm a guy. This is what guys do."

"You never answered my question," she pointed out.

"My little sister bribed me to be her friend's date. It's actually quite sad because I think I lost her while I took a piss."

"Nice choice of words," she mocked.

"Bite me," he responded.

"Oh I'd love to but you might come after me with a knife."

He laughed. A laugh that she couldn't help but fall in love with.

Despite finding him annoying she couldn't ignore how attractive he was. And well, he really was attractive.

"And you? Wait. Let me guess." He looked as if in deep thought. "I would picture you as a tomboy sports nut. So what are you doing here?"

She eyed him suspiciously, she wasn't even dressed like a tomboy. She wasn't wearing a sport jacket or baggy pants. She was actually wearing fairly tight jeans and her girliest sweater. "How?"

He smirked, "There was an article on your team winning second place in the regional and you were the fastest in the county. And I saw your picture."

She grinned. "I thought only old people read the newspaper."

"I believe that my chasing you helped you become a better runner so do remember to thank me."

She sneered, "Kind of conceited, eh?"

"Hell yeah. What's wrong with that? I like myself, everyone else should too."

"I don't like you."

He smirked at the comment. "Yes you do. Otherwise we wouldn't be talking. You find me very irresistible."

She scoffed. "Very conceited."

He smiled. "It's sort of odd that we live on the same block but we haven't ever seen each other for eleven years. How's it like being a Penguin?" He asked referring to her school mascot.

"It's better than being an Owl," she retorted.

"Well at least owls can fly."

"Eh, who cares about flying when you can swim?"

"At least when flying polar bears can't eat you and you aren't freezing to death."

"Yeah, well, penguins are cuter."

"I'll give you that but owls kick penguin tail feather anytime."

"Care to make a bet on that?" she said with a smirk.

"Watt High versus Sawk High football game in two weeks?"

She nodded. "Watt High will win, just so you know."

He snickered. "Your football team sucks this year. But if you have enough resolution, let's make a little wager. I win--" He paused. "When was the last time you wore a skirt?"

"I wore a dress for eighth grade graduation. I don't wear girlie stuff."

He nodded, "Alright then. If I win on Halloween you dress up like a cheerleader for me."

She smirked, "That will never happen."

"Tsk Tsk. Never saw never, Jayme."

"Fine. Then if I win then you are my slave for Halloween and you have to dress up anyway I want."

He eyed her suspiciously. "One condition."

"Eh?"

"I am not going in the buff."

She giggled. "Aww."

He laughed. "Shake on it." She lifted her hand and they shook hands. He leaned in, "Watt High won't win. Your star player is out on injury for a month. I hope you like black and gray," he said referring to his school colors, which he was planning on making her dress up as one of his schools cheerleaders.

"How do you know? Are you a football player?"

He scoffed. "Are you kidding? I don't have the patience for football. I play basketball."

"RAITHE!" she heard someone scream out his name and she found a girl with wavy red hair come running towards them. With a closer look she could see that the girl had braces and looked like a freshman. "I thought I lost you," the girl tugged him away. "Come on, I need to get home before midnight so I can tell everyone how awesome this date was!"

He simply smiled down at the girl. He turned back to her. "Do you know Jimmy?"

"Jimmy Edison or Jimmy Pyre?"

"Jimmy E. is a friend of mine. Talk to him two days from now."

"Ok," she said with hesitation. She waved him goodbye as he was dragged into the crowd and lost for now...


From Author:

THANKS FOR READING!! I am a new writer and so please review. I would really appreciate it A LOT. If something isn't spelled right or something like that I really want to know because I don't have a spell checker.