Hello fanfiction nation. My name is Rabbit2019 and I am so happy to be able to share my stories with you. This is my first story, so I'm really excited about what you all will think about it. This story is mostly told from Caitlyn and Barry's POV. However, I will also include the point of view of the side characters. Be sure to tell me what I need to improve on with this story. All forms of criticism are welcome. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed making it. ;-)

Caitlyn's POV

I ran as fast as I could through the dark woods. The moon being my only light as I ran through the the storm of trees. My white wedding dress sullied and ripped from running. My hair a tangled mess from getting caught in the branches nearby and the humidity of the spring air. My makeup ruined from both my sweat and the rain. My right arm going numb as I felt the blood from my wound starting to drip down my arm. My vision blurring as my lungs and legs started to burn. Just as I thought I was far enough away, I heard heavy footsteps closing in on me. I tried to run faster, only succeeding in making me more lightheaded and losing my footing. I began to roll down the hill, and the next thing I knew, there was a sharp pain in my right temple as my head came in contact with rock. I willed myself to stand and keep running, but my body refused to cooperate and I crumpled to the ground. I heard the footsteps approaching and forced my head to face my pursuer. He was tall with the body of a runner and he, for some reason, wasn't wearing a shirt. He then knelt down beside me. Even though his face was blurred beyond recognition, I could make out how vibrant his green eyes were as they sparkled in the dim moonlight. I tried to catch what he was saying until…

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame. You give love a bad name."Startled, I opened my eyes to find my room ceiling. I silently cursed throwing my pillow over my face, trying to block out the noise and tried to fall back asleep. Until my roommate Felicity decided to make a surprise entrance into my room.

"Wakey wakey Caitlyn," shouted Felicity who proceeded to jump up on my bed. "It's a beautiful day at our new college and the start of our classes. Come on, wake up." If I wasn't awake before, I sure as hell was now as I rose up and pushed her off.

"Ow. You know it couldn't kill you to at least try and be happy to be woken up by me. I could've just let you sleep in and have you miss your first day of class with the Professor Wells, which is going to start in approximately 30 minutes." At that, I bolted upright and snatched my clock off its night stand and looked at it. I currently read 8:00 am.

"Felicity, why didn't you wake me up earlier!" I exclaimed. I shot out of bed and made a beeline for the bathroom.

"I tried to, but do you know how hard it is to wake you up? I would've had better luck waking up a bear."

"Well then you should've tried harder. Can you pick me out an outfit for me to wear. Nothing that shows too much skin please."

"How are you ever gonna get a date if you dress like a 50 year old librarian?" I rolled my eyes as I hurriedly brushed my teeth and washed my face. Taking a tube of chap stick with me, I ran to my room and quickly put on my clothes. I hastily packed my bag, slipped on my shoes, and finally bolted out of the house. I sprinted across the campus until I finally reached the building to my first class. By some miracle, I managed to make to class on time with only thirty seconds to spare.

"Caitlyn!" exclaimed Cisco. "You made it just in time. Professor Wells was just about to count you as absent. You know how bad that would look on your first day? Especially with the outfit you're wearing." I looked down at myself and turned red. I was wearing a tank top that was two sizes too small that emphasizes my chest and waist and a pair of ripped up jean shorts that showed off too much of my legs for my liking. To top it off, my snowflake tattoo on my upper thigh was on full display.

"Tell me something I don't know, and it's not my fault for my choice of attire. Felicity was the one who picked it out for me.

"You let Felicity pick out your clothes?" he said as he looked at me in astonishment.

"I know, bad decision. Remind me to never let Felicity pick out my clothes." Just as class was about to start, another student sprinted in. His brown hair was disheveled and his red t-shirt was slightly damp. As he straightened himself, he turned to Wells with a nervous grin.

" I apologize as well," said Wells. "I should have scheduled class later to make time for you to rush all the way here. Perhaps we should have canceled classes today so you wouldn't have to feel it is your first day Mr..."

"Allen. Barry Allen. I apologize sir, it won't happen again," said an embarrassed Barry Allen. He then trudged up the stairs to his seat. Right next to me. As he sat down, I caught whiff of what smells like pine needles and … cinnamon? I decided to sneak a glance at him from the corner of my eye. He wasn't bad looking either. Thin lips, sharp jawline, light brown hair, and hardly any stubble on his face, and green eyes that made his slightly tanned skin to stand out.

"Class is that way ya know," whispered Barry. "I would hate for you to fall behind in one of Professor Well's lessons."

"Sorry I didn't mean to stare."

"You don't have to apologize. I look at people too," he replied. "I mean not look as in ogle at people cause you know that would be creepy and would make the person you're looking at uncomfortable. Not that I'm uncomfortable or anything. I mean a very good looking woman is looking at me and I showed up to school looking like I came out of washing machine while … please stop me before I say something else stupid." He was beet red by the end of his sentence.

"Mr. Allen and Ms. Snow, do you perhaps want to share with the rest of the class what you were discussing with each other?" shouted Professor Wells. The whole class stopped to stare at us.

"No sir," we said in unison. And with that we sat in silence for the rest of the class period.