Hi, I'm kind of just making this up as I go along but hopefully you'll like.

Chapter 1

I was running through through the woods by our house listening to "Walk Away from the Sun" when it hit me…..like literally hit me. My butt felt like it was on fire when I hit the ground—ugh I was diffidently bruised. I felt arms pull me up and as I looked up I saw the cutest guy who was saying something; yet, I couldn't hear it because my ipod was too loud. He looked like a fish opening and closing his mouth and I had to bust out laughing. It was one of those situations were if you didn't laugh the pain in the butt would make you cry.

"Are you ok?" I heard him ask as I ripped the earphones out of my ears, "what the hell's so funny?"

"Nothing," I said trying to sober myself, "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"No," he said smiling letting go of my arm, "I wasn't paying attention either."

"Well then….um…I guess I better be going." I stuttered as he smiled at me—yet something was off about his smile. The teeth beside his front teeth were really pointed. God Katie…watch sci-fi much? I guess I did watch it too much if I was examining people's teeth….I really need to get a life.

"Do you need someone to run with?" he asked and the tone in his voice wanted me not to say no. In fact the way he said it—it seemed like I couldn't say no.

"Um…yeah I guess," I replied starting to jog again, "you really don't have to."

"The sun's starting to go down," he said as I shut my ipod off, "it'd be dangerous if you went home alone. Now you have a big tough guy to protect you."

And let me tell you…he looked tough. I could see the muscles under his Under Armor shirt and his brown hair was cool. It was in black spikes—but not like pointy you could hardly run your hands through them spikes—but spikes that looked like he just ran gel through his hair. A guy like this diffidently shouldn't have been running with a girl like me. I mean come on—I had just barely gotten my braces off…my hair was short unlike those preppy girls who had long silky smooth conditioner commercial hair. This guy would have been better off running through the park where all the rich girls were…he would have had better luck scoping for girls there.

"Are you always this quiet when someone runs with you?" he asked jeering me from my thoughts.

"Well I usually just run by myself." I replied—when you don't live with your parents and you live with your elderly aunt; let's just say people aren't so nice because you don't fit into their image of the perfect person.

"So you're little Miss. Lonely?" he asked bluntly.

"I don't see how that's any of your business." I snapped reaching for my earphones…there was no way I was going to just let him stand—well run I guess, and insult me.

"I'm sorry," he said running to catch up to me…I was practically panting and instead he was barely breaking a sweat, "I didn't mean it. It was just a question."

"That I don't want to answer." I stated just trying to concentrate on the music that I turned up so loud now that he could have screamed and I probably wouldn't have heard him. I ran like that for a few minutes just concentrating on not tripping over any branches when I looked over. He wasn't there. I looked behind me and I didn't see him anyway. Well good….it's not like I'd have had a chance with him anyway. The rude arse.

I ran home and I never saw him again even when I came out of the woods and back into the park. I jogged up to my car to find a single red rose lying on my windshield. I noticed Amber looking at me as I got in my car. She was a girl from school—a popular girl—but I knew that the only reason she and her friends were nice to me was because I was smart and could help them cheat on tests. I admit it….I wanted to be like them…to have all the guys after you and not have to worry for a date to prom. Yeah right Katie…like you could ever be one of them. I was five months away from turning 17 and I still haven't been to a party. Not like I would have gone but it hurt not being invite when you'd hear the kids at school talking about the awesome kegger at so-and-so's house. Not that I was interested in that stuff but I wasn't no were near a normal teenager. Hell I haven't even had my first kiss yet and now someone was leaving roses on my car—okay maybe only one rose—I didn't find this joke very funny as I crushed the flower under my sneaker.

I got in my car and turned the radio up….anything to drown out my own thoughts.

Ok…first off "Walk Away from the Sun" is a real song—a really good one actually. Oh…and this book isn't based off anything—except a lot of things mimic my own life—those you'll just have to figure out for yourself.