A/N: This is my new story. I decided to make the sneak peek on the sampler as the prologue for new readers. I hope you guys enjoy this story. I already have the first three chapters ready, but I'll pace uploading it. Hope you enjoy it. (P.S. I changed some things from the original copy, but it
I, Nick Grey, have officially concluded one thing from my whole 23 years of living.
My life sucks.
Yeah. All 23 years and that's it… It didn't used to be like this. I mean, I used to rule the world, and by world, I mean my small hometown that I've been stuck in since, I don't know, birth… Samson, New Jersey. Believe it or not, I had the whole world in my hands in high school; the glory days; the 4 greatest tears of my now sorry life. I had the whole quarter back, Prom King, party guy thing going on. Guys wanted to be part of my crowd, girls wanted to date me… and more… there was always more.
And then, somehow in some way, those four incredible golden years disappeared from under my feet and next thing I know, I'm standing on stage in an itchy, hot, and sweaty graduation gown in front of parents and teachers flashing me that, you're going to do great things smile…
If they only knew how wrong they were.
And it pretty much went downhill from there. People, classmates, friends… They all moved away to do bigger and better things this tiny hickory hobo town couldn't give them. Unlike me, they actually followed those smiles their parents and mentors flashed that day that marked the fall of my pathetic excuse of a life. Maybe I could have done things too, actually have made a difference… but I was probably too busy trying to distract the nerdy, already shakily nervous, valedictorian sitting next to me to even take a notice. From what I heard, that valedictorian made it all the way to Washington D.C. and is working with the big boys up in Congress. Yup. That kid was sure as hell paying attention to those damn smiles.
Even Taylor Mayson, the high school blonde and airhead managed to escape this death trap of a town to go to fashion school somewhere in LA. My high school buddy Joe Locke moved on and moved into some big fancy studio up in the Big Apple. Demi Monroe, his girlfriend from pretty much 1st grade, moved up there with him and just got an internship for a law firm in the upper east side of New York. (They call once in awhile to brag about their big- shot lives that I obviously don't have.) So Demi, who I've been friends with since pretty much… forever, defends the one type of people I can't stand the most; filthy rich business men who waste their time drowning themselves in heavy cologne, reminding everyone how rich they are, and of course, cheating on their cocktail- party planning, pearl necklace wearing, wives for cheap on- the- street prostitutes.
But, of course, no one thinks about those facts when it comes to people as wealthy as that. All they know is that if you have money, you've got to be freakin happy.
Wrong. Stupid little pricks.
Me, for example, I have absolutely no money except for my small wages (if you can even call it that) from helping fix cars down at old John's garage, I'm living in a beaten- down old apartment that I can barely pay rent for, and I'm perfectly…
Actually, I might not be the best example.
But complaining about my sorry godforsaken life isn't the reason I'm telling this story. I'm telling this story because it actually means something compared to all the other bullcrap that they now somehow call literature. It might bore you, it might make you wish you hadn't picked up this story from the very beginning…
But honestly, I don't give a damn. Because this is MY story to tell. This is the 21 day story on how the great, or not so great, Nick Grey changed forever.
And it all starts on Day 1, with me walking straight into the life of a mysterious, precious, deathly frustrating little creature with auburn hair the color of rusting leaves and storm gray eyes that would clear out everything in your mind except her.
This creature's name, you may ask?
Let's just call her Miley.
Miley Ray Stewart.