Disclamer: I do not own the 39 Clues series, any of the characters from the series, or anything related to New York. I do, however, own a pair of huge pink fluffy slippers.
Hate at First Sight
Amy P.O.V.
He stole my heart. And broke it. Stepped on it. Shattered it into a million pieces. And I let him. I let Ian Kabra sweep me off my feet, and drop me from 100 feet in the air, and as I came crashing down, I had one coherent thought in my head: I will never love anyone, for as long as I live. No one will break my shattered heart and step all over it ever again. And as I fly on a plane towards New York, I swear to myself that I will keep that promise. No matter what happens.
Ian P.O.V.
I broke her heart. Stole it. Threw it on the ground and shattered it into a million pieces. She relied on me for support, was leaning on me, was my equal, and I stepped away, letting her fall, and I watched her hit the ground, I had one coherent thought in my-devilishly handsome- head: I will never, ever get close to Amy, ever, and break her heart once again. And as I wait for Amy in this godforsaken airport, I realize, I'll never be able to stay away from her. No matter how hard I try.