Hi guys! Thank you to those who gave me reviews, I appreciate them greatly. I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes I made in the previous chapter or any I make in this one. I always forget to check over my work before publishing…so…yeah…sorry about that. Alright, it's time for me to stop rambling. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

I didn't see Jon again until September. I was thirteen now, and I was in my last year at the local elementary school. Just one more year until I would be in high school. Some of my friends were dreading the transition, but I couldn't wait. It was the next big adventure on a long list I had created in my mind. I wanted to travel the world and see everything there was to see. I wanted to help people who were in trouble. I'd read a lot in the papers about a war that was happening in Europe at the time. It had started about a year before, September 1 to be exact, and many Jews were being held in places now called concentration camps. I wanted to help, even though there wasn't really anything I could do.

But I digress. Sure, that was one reason I wanted to go to high school. The other was Jon.

He was entering his junior year of high school at the age of fifteen. He should have been a sophomore, but because of how smart he was he had skipped a grade. This trait he got from his mother. Often times, she saw and noticed things that most people missed or simply overlooked. Anyway, he was really smart. He would be a senior when I was a freshman, but that didn't bother me. What bothered me most was how gorgeous he was. I mean, combine handsome, smart, athletic, and cocky in one person and you have Jon Devitch. I probably didn't stand a chance.

But I was determined. Every day I would make my way to the archery range, where I would practice for about an hour. I was steadily getting better, and I was able to hit targets from farther away. It was on a chilly day after school that I saw Jon.

I had just shot my first Bull's Eye of the day when I heard someone clapping slowly behind me. I turned around, and he was standing there, smiling at me and leaning up against the same railing as before on the day of the archery competition.

"Not bad. Not bad at all." He started toward me, and I lowered my arrow. "For a girl, anyway."

"You're back," I stated.

He held his arms out towards me. "Did you miss me?"

I rolled my eyes and ran towards the target. After retrieving my arrow, I walked back to him. I handed him my bow and the arrow. He looked at them. Then he looked at me. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's this for?"

I crossed my arms over my chest (which, thank God, had gotten slightly bigger over the summer) and asked, "Do you think you can do better?"

He smirked. "I know I can do better."

I walked over to the railing and leaned against it, watching him. "Prove it."

He laughed. "Well, if I'm proving something, we should at least make things interesting. Are you willing to make a bet?"

I looked at him suspiciously. "What kind of bet?"

"Simple. If I don't hit a Bull's Eye three times in a row, then I will leave you alone. You never have to see me again." He smirked again. "Unless you want to, of course."

I rolled my eyes again and asked, "And if you win?"

Another smirk. "You have to let me take you on a date."

Let me just mention that, at this point, I had only talked to Jon on two occasions. Sure, I had admired him from afar, and we had lived in the same town our entire lives. Sometimes I had thought he was looking at me, but I always assumed it was my imagination. Now, the boy of my dreams (cheesy, I know, but it's true) was asking me out on a date.

"If you can actually hit a Bull's Eye three times, without fail, then yes. You've got a deal."

He smirked at me one last time and turned towards the targets. Secretly, I was hoping with all of my heart that he would hit the target all three times. Of course, I couldn't let him know that.

He notched his arrow. I think my heart skipped a beat. The arrow released and it flew straight towards the target. Bull's Eye.

He turned towards me. "One down, two to go."

I shook my head and rolled my eyes again. He smiled confidently and turned back towards the target. Another release. Another Bull's Eye.

At this point, I was pretty sure time had stopped. The only thing that mattered was that last arrow. My heart was beating so loudly that I was almost sure Jon could hear it, even though he was standing several feet away. His face was filled with concentration as he pulled back the arrow. He released it. I watched as the arrow sailed straight towards the target. It pierced the target directly in the middle and flew right through the back into the grassy meadow behind it. I stared in disbelief at the target. Partly because I couldn't believe Jon had used enough force to break the target; partly because I was in shock that I had a date with the cutest guy in town.

"You broke it," I said in amazement.

He just smiled. "But I got my date, didn't I?"

"You must have really wanted to win that bet."

"Yes I did, as a matter of fact. I'm Jon, by the way."

"I know. I'm Annie."

Jon took my hand and kissed the top of it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Annie."

"I wish I could say the same."

He laughed and released my hand. "He leaned against the railing right next to me and said, "Well, whether you like it or not, I won that bet. So, I hope you like ice cream, because that's what you're getting."

"You sure do know how to show a girl a good time."

He laughed again. I loved the way his eyes crinkled up at the sides whenever he smiled. "You're funny, Annie. And who knows? You might just enjoy yourself on our little date."

I did enjoy myself. And I enjoyed myself even more on the one after that. Even more so on the one after that, where I received my first kiss from Jon. It wasn't long before we were spending almost every waking moment together. My mother didn't approve because of the scandal over Jon's birth, but she didn't approve of anything I did. Jon's mother was one of the nicest ladies I had ever met. She welcomed me into her home without a moment's hesitation.

In the summer of 1941, Jon left to go to his summer camp in New York. He didn't talk much about it, but I assumed he liked it well enough. Even though he wasn't with me in the summer, he wrote very often. We were young. We were in love. We were happy.

I should've known that our happiness wouldn't last forever.

Sorry for the semi-cliffhanger, but I will hopefully update soonish. And once again, sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. I appreciate reviews! Thanks!