A flash of heat rushed over me as I locked my eyes on him. Suddenly, a new feeling, so foreign yet so familiar at the same time, took a hold of me. I couldn't help but feel drawn to this person that I'd never seen before in my life. For a moment, I forgot where I was, what I was doing, everything; hell, for a moment there I couldn't even recall my own damn name.
I couldn't help myself; I had to meet this stranger. Feeling as if my heart would pound right out of my chest, I slowly made my way over to him, my breathing getting shallower and shallower as I got nearer. He seemed to notice my presence once I was close enough, and offered me a slight smile. That little smile caused a strange excitement to erupt in me, so much joy to fill my every vessel. It scared me, knowing that this wasn't normal for me, not normal at all.
"Um, h-hello," I sputtered, putting up my hand in a slight wave. He smiled again, broader this time, and waved back. I put out my shaking hand, introducing myself. "I'm Leah."
He didn't have a problem with grasping my hand in his own, giving me his own name, Chris.
"But my friends call me Remmy." He nodded over in the direction of a few boys grouped together at a prize booth, trying to knock over a pile of cans for a stuffed animal or mini water gun. I nodded, barely registering that he mentioned friends. We stood there for a few moments, hands still touching, and I gazed at his blue-gray eyes, wondering if there was a color any brighter or more beautiful than what colored his eyes.
"Um, are you okay?" he asked, withdrawing his hand. It suddenly felt cold, very cold, where his own warmth had been. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure.
"Uh, yeah, I-I'm fine." I add my own smile, hoping to see his once again. He answers my unasked wish by flashing me a toothy grin.
"Well, do you wanna get on a ride with me?" The yes couldn't get out of my mouth fast enough. I noticed his eyes glance at my wrist for half a second, checking to see if I had my own wristband, before he gestured for me to follow him to the Zipper, a Ferris wheel-type ride where you were caged into the seats and they could go upside-down if you pushed hard enough. It was a favorite of mine, because I loved the sick-to-your-stomach feeling that always came when you were suddenly facing the ground head-first. This excited me further; maybe we liked the same things?
We got into our seat and within minutes I found myself suppressing girlish screams of terror and joy. I clutched the seat as much as I could, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. I could tell Chris was enjoying himself too, from the way he continued rocking back and forth until finally the entire carriage flipped upside-down. I let go at that point, let slip a small scream that echoed the other people on the ride, and soon found myself holding onto Chris for dear life. The embarrassment of this moment didn't hit me until the ride ended and I was forced to pry myself off of him.
"I'm sorry, I'm not usually so..." I trailed off on my apology as I walked away with him, feeling dizzy and light-headed. He laughed and shook his head.
"No problem. It was kind of funny how you freaked out." I chuckled nervously and checked the watch on my left wrist, needing something to keep myself busy. It was already midnight; I had been here for an hour, and had only met Chris fifteen minutes ago, yet it felt like I had known him for so much longer than that. What was wrong with me?
"Do you have to go?" he asked, seeing me continually look at my watch. I shook my head immediately.
"No"
" Good," he said, smirking. "because there are more rides for you to scream on."
We spent a good two hours together, riding the more fun rides that usually ended with either me screaming, as he said, or me holding on to him. Either way, I felt more and more embarrassed as the night went on, but also more relaxed with him. Finally, at two, his buddies caught up with us, telling us that the fair was closing for the night, asking him where the hell he'd been, and asking who the 'babe' was.
"This is Leah Clearwater, guys," he said, pointing his thumb at me. The twitchy, youngest-looking guy (he had to have been maybe nineteen) grabbed my hand immediately and kissed it quickly, giving me a wink. I felt disgusted. "I am Cure, at your service." Chris glared at him, and the guy next to him, a real lanky boy with scruffy, mud-colored hair, shoved him a few spaces away. He looked at me, rolling his eyes.
"I'm Lore, or Kenny; whichever you prefer."
"And this is Coal," Chris said, gesturing to the last boy on the other side of Kenny. He didn't even acknowledge that he was introduced. He just fiddled with something in his pocket, a clicking noise coming it. Kenny crossed his arms.
"Okay, now that that's that, are you coming or not? Because I actually have a curfew, in case you forgot." Chris snorted.
"Pfft, a curfew at twenty-one. Pathetic..." He looked at me, a grin on his face. "Wanna come with us?" The temptation to say yes was so over-powering, but I decided that it might be better to go home; it would save me from doing something impulsive and stupid. I reluctantly declined. To my intense pleasure, he actually looked disappointed.
"Oh, well, can I at least get your number?" I nodded and hastily scribbled it down on his hand, trying to make it legible while my hand had a spaz attack while writing. He took his pen back, gave me another heart-shattering smile, and left, leaving me with the promise of a call soon. I was practically floating as I dashed off to my car. There was, however, a sort of pit in my stomach as I got farther from, an aching, a longing. I got in the car.
A sudden realization dawned on me as I sat behind the wheel of my car. My memories rushed back to nearly a year ago, and I remembered Jacob's description of how he felt when he first locked eyes with Nessie; "It was like everything about me, my friends, my family, my name, they all disappeared, and then, all that mattered was her. I needed to be around her, and it hurt when I wasn't. That was when I knew what had happened." My hands clenched the steering wheel harder, my heart started beating furiously, and I was suddenly cold.
Could it really be possible that finally, I had imprinted?
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," His tone was serious as he walked briskly with the other three towards the woods. "I know it's her. She had the same scent as the one I was tracking. I didn't know she'd be here though." Coal scoffed, pulling out a lighter from his pocket and clicking it on, fascinated by the flame as he illuminated their path.
"Dumb luck, us finding one on our week off," he muttered, his voice hoarse and rough.
"Yeah, well, we can't wait until the week's over to get her. Aerid would kill us." Cure gulped and scratched at his arm, digging his nails into the soft flesh. Kenny nodded.
"Well, I'll see what I can do," Chris muttered. They reached a small cabin. He opened the door, went in, and immediately closed it behind him, locking the others out.
"Hey!" Cure exclaimed, grabbing for the knob.
"You can wait for a few. I need to be alone and think of a plan." Disgruntled, the three sat outside, waiting until morning's light for their 'leader' to finally let them in.
As per usual, tell me what you think? I'm kind excited about this story; we'll see how far that takes me. (I'm taking bets now that this will end up being the one and only chapter xD) I promise this will make sense soon, if I continue.
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