Chapter One
A-N
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His green eyes! Oh, how those green eyes can pull you into their depths!
Adrian Ivashkov's green eyes were like pools of liquid emerald that had the power to make my breathing shaky and my knees go weak. The sheer force of Adrian's stare was enough to pull me down, down, down ...
"Sage," Adrian said, snapping me back to reality.
I jumped.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You do realize that even in a spirit dream, your eyes still mesmerize me."
How weird, I thought. I was just thinking about your eyes, Adrian.
"Adrian ..." I began.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Looks like you're being woken up, Sage," Adrian said, interrupting me once more. "See you later on tonight." The dream dissolved.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Groaning, I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. What could have possibly woken me up? It was Saturday morning. Surely, my alarm couldn't have ...
Thump! Thump! Thump!
What's with the thumping, I wondered. It's not thumping, I realized. It's knocking, knocking on my door.
Wait. Maybe knocking is not the right word for it. Pounding. Yes, that's it. Someone was pounding on the door to my dorm.
Groaning once more, I stumbled out of bed and opened the door. An eager Jill Mastrano came into my room shouting, "Today's the day!"
"For what," I asked.
"For us to go shopping," Jill squealed. "For your date. Don't tell me you forgot?"
"Forgot? No, I didn't forget. How could I?"
Tonight, Adrian was taking me to a restaurant for an "unforgettable night," as he put it.
"Wait," I said. "How did you know about my date tonight?"
"Oh, come on," Jill says. "It's not like I try to get information through the bond. It just comes through, and, anyway, I know he's taking you to a really fancy restaurant."
"So," I said. "The reason you're pounding on my door at ''"
I paused, looking at my clock, "Seven a. m. on a Saturday morning is to talk about my date tonight."
"Yes," Jill said, like this is a perfectly good reason to go tearing your friends' doors down at the crack of dawn.
"And," I said, knowing there was more to come, "What else?"
"Well," Jill replied, "I realized that you have to make tonight special, and to do so, you have to WEAR something special. You have to wear something that's not already in your closet, to impress Adrian."
"Okay," I said, not following Jill's reasoning at all.
"Which means," Jill said, clapping her hands, "We have to go shopping!"
"Shopping?" I asked.
"Yes," Jill said. "Shopping. At stores. In the mall. For clothes."
Jill talked really slowly as if I was a small child that was trying to understand a difficult concept.
"Well," I said. "It's Saturday and I have a lot of stuff I need to do before tonight. Also, ..."
"No," Jill shrieked. "Stop making excuses! Tonight is a big deal, and you have to be prepared!"
"Prepared for what?"
"To make Adrian Ivashkov drool when he looks at your beauty. You know, so you guys can fall in LOVE," Jill said, jumping up and down.
I groaned.
"Come on, Jill. Love doesn't work like that," I said.
"It does with Adrian," Jill replied.
Jill did have a point, I thought. After all, Adrian did love when I wore dresses with a plunging neckline.
"Besides," Jill continued "shopping is the perfect way to get psyched for your first BIG DATE!"
"Well, I don't know, I ..."
"Come on," Jill said, "No more arguing."
Without another word, Jill grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my dorm.
"Let's go," Jill said.
"Wait," I said.
"What now," Jill groaned.
"I have to get dressed," I said, pointing down at my pajamas.
"Oh, right," Jill said. "I forgot about that. Okay, fine. Meet me by your car in ten."
"Okay," I said, slamming the door on Jill.
God, I thought. What the heck did I just get myself dragged into?