Chapter 1-Island (Present time; Elle age 25)
He sat with his back up against the wreckage from the plane with a cigarette in one hand and a book in another. He was a rare sight, but she was intrigued nonetheless. Down the beach, she saw the brother and sister arguing once again.
Elle watched as the lanky store bought blonde walked up to him and from her mouth came a prissy yet demanding,
"Well do you have any or what?"
Sawyer's eyes flitted from the pages of the dampened novel and scanned the lengthy legs of the blonde and stated nonchalantly with the cigarette suspended from his lips,
"You're in my light, Sticks."
With this, Shannon snorted and stomped her pedicured foot into the sand,
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Not really in the mood for conversation, he was getting to the climax of the story after all, Sawyer snickered,
"Light, comma, sticks. As in those legs of yours."
As Elle watched the two interact, she couldn't help but laugh. He was not only a smart ass, but also an educated one at that. Her interest was piqued once again. She could sense that Shannon was obviously offended that he would dare stare at her like she was some tart and to her surprise heard him say,
"Your money's no good here," with that sly smile of his.
Shannon stood there silent for a moment, mulling over what he just said and stormed off in a huff.
"You have got to be kidding me! Not if you were the last person on Mystery Frickin' Island!"
"Don't flatter yourself, Blondie."
With that, he returned to his book, cigarette slowly burning between his lips.
Elle was drawn to him and she didn't know why. Was it that lost look in his ocean green eyes, or his slacked jaw, that beautiful jaw, that jutted out as he threw out a witty one-liner? They were similar yet she had the ace to trump his king; she had a conscience.
What she didn't know was that Sawyer wasn't the hardened bastard everyone on the island thought he was. Sawyer too was compassionate, perhaps that's why his stomach turned each time he thought of what he had done. He had killed a man, the wrong man, an innocent man. And he felt guilty for it. He felt cheated and that is why he conned. It appeased the guilt. It shadowed the ounce of humanity he had
