What are you supposed to do when your heart wants two different people? Where its not a choice of a lover and a partner, but a choice between one soul mate or the other? How do you choose one, when it would destroy another's entire existence. How do you choose right, when its someone else's wrong?
CHAPTER 1
Chenah Aldridge sat at the only empty table in the cafeteria, picking at the salad she had bought for lunch. She could feel her face go red whenever she felt the gazes of the students who would look at her and whisper to their neighbour. Chenah sighed and pushed her chair back, going to dump her tray in the bin and decided to go to her next class early to escape the stares of her peers. She knew today was going to be like this, her first day at a new school which didn't even have half the students her old school had. Small town people, all gossip and scared of outsiders. Chenah rolled her eyes and sat down on her jacket to avoid getting wet and waited grumpily for her next class to start.
She was angry with her mother for making her come here. They had moved from Kailua, Hawaii to Forks, Washington, the wettest town in the continental U.S. Chenah was so used to the bright sunshine and beautiful beaches she grew up in that she felt agitated being stuck where it rained continuously. Her mother had grown up here as a child and when she separated from Chenah's father, she felt the need to come back here to get away from everything. So Chenah had been forced to pack her things and say goodbye to the only life she had known. She didn't really mind all that much, her mother was her best friend and she knew how much she wanted to move so Chenah hadn't complained.
The final bell rang and broke into Chenah's train of thought. She sighed heavily and picked up her jacket, her books falling out of her bag and onto the wet ground. Chenah groaned and bent to pick them up. A large, russet coloured hand had already grabbed them and was held out to give them to her. Chenah looked up to see a handsome boy, who looked way too old to be in high school due to his bulging muscles. She blushed furiously as the boy smiled warmly and handed her the books.
"Thank you." Chenah muttered, embarrassed.
"No problem, you looked a little lost for a second there." The boy replied in a attractive, husky voice. Chenah grimaced and started walking into the classroom. She sat down at a desk at the back and hoped she could have a desk to herself, but she looked up and the handsome boy had followed her.
"Is it alright if I sit here?" He asked her, smiling kindly. Chenah nodded and kept her eyes on the table. He grinned and sat down, he was a little bit too tall for the desk but he seemed comfortable enough. He had a very laid back attitude that seemed to radiate from him. He was confident, but not cocky and didn't seem to notice that most of the girls in the class were all glancing at him longingly. Chenah had to admit he was gorgeous. His straight white teeth sparkled when he smiled. His short black hair was wet from the rain and his dark grey t-shirt clung to his sculpted body. Chenah shook her head and tried to listen to the teacher as he began the lecture. She couldn't help but glance sideways at him every couple of seconds and sometimes caught him glancing at her. When the lesson had ended Chenah got up from her seat slower than she normally would have and made her way to her last class for the day. She had just walked through the door when she heard someone call out to her.