Okay, my first story didn't really work out. It was a little slow so I understand nobody reading it, but this one is gonna be a lot faster paced and the lab rats come in sooner. Please read and review and if you have any ideas that you think will make this story better, I'd love to hear them! And now for Chase…
Prologue
Chase:
Today's the day. Today's the day I meet my match. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. Happy? Nervous? Excited? I honestly don't know. All I know is, today I am none of these things. To be candid, I am actually a little bored. I don't really care, and I know I should care. This is my life that is about to change. But every time I think about it, I'm as stolid as a rock.
I should be excited. After years of ridicule by my siblings about how I would never get a girlfriend- and I'll admit, I actually believed them- I'll finally be able to throw it in their faces. But again, for some reason, I feel nothing. Girls have never really been an interest of mine. I know it sounds weird, but I have always seen them as a distraction. I remember how Bree almost got us killed one day because she was so wrapped up in Owen. Whatever that gas was at the end of that "adventure" had me smelling like burnt gasoline for a week. After that, I wrote girls on the list of things that don't need my attention. Things like sports, video games, my social life. Granted these things get my attention sometimes in my occasional moments of weakness, but above all they're not typically my topics of interests.
Besides, between missions and school I never really have time for that stuff. Girls especially. That must be why I am not happy about this. Though I should be that, too. My match is picked by who can best compare to me psychologically and physically. Instead of having to spend my life searching for the perfect one and worrying about never finding her, that girl will be handed to me right here today. The only problem with that is, a majority of the girls who meet my level of intellectual superiority aren't the most striking flowers in the garden. I guess I should look at this like Davenports "Ugly Lady" as he says, "It's what's on the inside that counts." Ugh. I just want this to be over so I can go back to my dorm room and go to bed. Bree had me up all night going over this check list. Things I need to be sure to do when I meet my match. I have to find out everything I can about her by letting her talk about herself, even though I'll have everything I need to know about her in this little wooden box. Bree picked out a gift for me to give her in order to make a good first impression- a diamond heart necklace with two entwined hearts inside it. I voted on a pair of diamond earrings instead but she shot me down, claiming it was "boring and cliché" and that this would be much better because it "shows I care".
"Bree, I don't know her yet."
"True, but don't you think it would be more special for her if she thinks you care already? Even though you two just met?"
What about me? I had thought, but I didn't say anything. I already knew the answer. There was really no way to make this special for me. I just have to live it until it's over. Then I have to figure out what to do next.
Okay I know it's a long prologue w/o much dialog, but trust me. The next chapter will be a lot more interesting. Please review!