Disclaimer: The Nightworld concepts and characters used in this story belong to the one and only L.J. Smith. Lyrics used are not mine either, but the rest of it is.


Chapter One

"Just see if I don't get him this time, I know I will…"

She silently assured herself, eyes flashing expectantly. It was the beginning of the final school year and Shiromy Garson's thoughts summoned the image of a certain male individual with hair the colour of dusty mahogany in moonlight. Oh yes, there was certainly nothing intriguing about him.

He had laughing forest-green eyes that could also unfortunately beat you in death-staring competitions. "Not that I've been involved in too many of those," she reminded herself and appropriately rolled her eyes.

She gave the class list on the noticeboard once last gaze and reluctantly dragged herself away from his name. Jesse Ingram. Two such simple words that could light a hundred fires within her. Two such simple words that have the capacity to give you the adrenalin rush you know exercise could never give you.

"I can't believe it! Ghastly Garson is in every one of Jesse's classes. I haven't been in a single one with him since Grade 10! Life is sooo… unfair!" A crestfallen worshipper of Jesse Ingram whined as she lamented to her equally disappointed friend.

Shiromy shrugged at their retreating backs.

" Too bad for you. It would have been such a waste on his behalf anyway. I on the other hand, have started making plans already. She sighed contentedly to herself, continuing to indulge in fantasies that may spring to reality. "I'll get to his locker before he gets to it some morning and…"

Her thoughts drifted as dozens of others breathtaking situations began to pile rapidly on top of each other in her clouded head like a pack of cards.

"Oh. I can't bear it- how totally he occupies my mind! Away, away O Yummy dreams."

Besides, it's not as if this was the first time she destiny allotted her to all of his classes. Ever since high school, she HAS been in at least half of them- Even in primary school, she was lucky to always have him near.

It's just that she never had the opportunity. Luck had not quite smiled on her way in that aspect.

…but last year; last year it was as though a raging thunderstorm had been smouldered by an invisible hand. Goddess, she had been almost…devastated.

"Never mind, I'm a lucky ducky now."

Shiromy looked at her watch. She had been thinking about him for an hour. Shaking her head in wonder, she hummed gleefully to herself as she somehow breezed along the crowded corridor to her first class.

Where of course, Jesse will doubtlessly be….


~In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd.
And I'm hungry like the wolf.~

 

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