Prologue: A Peak Into Time
Jenna Folk jumped the last two feet of the climbing wall and turned to her new boyfriend. "Time?"
The dark haired eighteen-year-old looked up. "Five minutes, twenty-two seconds."
Jenna let out a sigh and began taking off the climbing gear she'd borrowed from the gym. "Not perfect, but workable."
"What is next?"
Jenna looked up, he looked enthusiastic enough, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was fake. "You don't have to do this with me, if you're bored you can go."
"No," he shook his head. "I enjoy watching you train. What is next?"
Jenna smiled, but her stomach sank. Jack Hudson was a nice guy. Really sweet and quite gorgeous, if Jenna did say so herself, but they hardly knew each other. Jenna was a fitness nut that read fantasy in her spare time and had a weird younger brother, that was all there was to it. She was anti-social and an outcast. Jack was cute, popular right from the get-go, and all the girls in school were dying for a chance at the 'new kid'.
What had Jenna been thinking when she'd agreed to go out with him? She didn't seem to have anything in common with him and if she got too close, it was just asking for problems. But, in her defense, she always felt super light and less stressed when he was around, but that she claimed was due to having company other than herself or Charlie.
"The mile." Jenna finally answered, trying to push her doubts aside.
Jack smiled, taking her hand in one of his and her gym-bag in the other. "There will be no need to explain with this activity.
Jenna smiled more sincerely this time as her stomach fluttered warmly. Oh! That smile! Maybe she did know what she was thinking. No debate about this one, any trouble Jack was, would definitely worth his smile. It was super gorgeous...almost inhuman.
Jenna hid a shutter as the thought struck and stuck. Now that she thought about it, a lot about Jack seemed too perfect. The way his hair was always perfectly done. His pale eyes that seemed closer to a hundred years old rather than eighteen. His perfect posture. His perfectly toned body that never tanned no matter how long he stayed in the sun on the football field. The way he always seemed to be holding out so he didn't hurt anybody during practices or games.
Then another thought joined that. His language—er, speech. Jenna thought. He spoke like he was born and raised a prince or something.
Jenna's thoughts broke as Jack squeezed her hand and smiled at her. "Do you want to stop for a meal after you run?"
Jenna pushed down her thoughts again and smiled. "Sure, if you want, but if Charlie can come as well."
"That is fine, he may join us."
AN: I know I haven't been around for a while, but I'm not doing updates yet. I'm moving stuff around, rewriting, THEN I'll do updates.