Mary-Lynnette's eyes widened as she took in the figure before her. It was a guy, a strong one at that as she could see his slim muscles flex as he rubbed his head. He looked distressed as he pushed his blonde hair back away from his forehead.

Immediately Mary-Lynnette's eternal alarms went off as she realized the situation she was in. There was a young strong guy, out of it, sitting in the woods not too far off from a party where he could've gotten completely wasted.
This was not a good time to be a girl all alone wandering in the woods, and yet Mary-Lynnette couldn't help but stare. His hunched shoulders caused her to instantly feel slightly curious at what could be worng with him. He just looked so familiar...
God, what am I doing? Mary-Lynnette thought, coming back to reality. You need to get out of here and fast, she told herself.

She took one step back and instantly cringed when her foot snapped on a twig. She hoped the guy hadn't noticed but his head swiveled in her direction instantly.

When their eyes met Mary-Lynnette couldn't explain the feeling. It was like the world was shaking around her in a deadly earthquake leavin her feeling out of control. Everything else in the world blurred except for his profile. She saw his eyes widen in surprise as they turned from green to blue to violet...

With his features taking on a dream like wonder he raised his hand almost unconsciously reaching towards her. Mary-Lynnette finally felt herself leaning forward unknowingly and she blinked when she realized what she was doing.
What was she doing? God, why did she feel like this? As soon as she looked away she felt her lungs greedily fill with oxygen an her heart pumping at an alarming rate.

With their eye contact broken the strange world-shaking feeling subsided. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand drop, since she didn't dare look him face to face again. That erased any doubts in her mind that he hadn't felt that too - whatever that was.

She got the courage to raise her eyes to him again and saw how disheveled and shocked he looked. He looked up at her again with bright golden eyes and she felt it again - that feeling like the world was going to cave.

How he even managed to speak, she didn't know. "Who are you?" He asked tentatively his breath barely more than a whisper. She wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or actually asking her, but it didn't matter because as soon as his voice hit her ears she gasped sharply.

She gripped her head tightly with both hands squeezing her eyes shut in pain. Shed never felt anything so intense, she swore her skull was being cracked in two. "Ahh!" She cried pushing the heels of her palms harder to her head as if it would make a difference.

She could hardly think at all from the searing pain in her head. It was beyond the worst migraine she'd ever encountered.

"Are you alright?" She heard him cry, coming closer, and for some reason she thought it sounded a bit out of character for him.

She didn't think it was possible but the unimaginable pain she felt increased. "No!" She managed to gasp. It wasn't really an answer to his question, just a feeble cry to make him stop. She couldn't take this anymore. Anymore and she might pass out.

She heard him grunt and back away and she managed to open her eyes, squinting to the ground in pain. When had she fallen to her knees?

She tried to back away further but only managed in falling back on her backside and causing her vision to blur in dizziness as her body moved faster than her eyes could follow at the moment.

Ever so slowly though the pain subsided. Gradually Mary-Lynnette could get up again and tested her balance, making sure not to get up too fast. When she looked up again she saw the blonde boy who was studying the ground intently. He definitely heard her get up but he looked determined not to look her in the eye. To not make any contact whatsoever actually. He had his mouth set in a grim line and his hands were shoved deep into his pockets.
She wanted to go forward and console him, and erase the worry lines marring his face. She wanted to but
his voice, she somehow knew it was his familiar voice that triggered her reaction. It caused that blinding agony she never wanted to experience again. Just simply looking at him sent her into another world where everything didn't make sense. Nothing made sense but the fact that something about him was just all too strange.

She felt conflicted in a way. She wondered whether or not to go towards him or back away. Backing away and leaving assured that horrible pain could never be inflicted on her again...

Besides he was a weird boy all alone in the middle of the woods she reminded herself. He could be looking for girls like her all the time lurking outside of a crazy party filled with teenagers.

Though he should be used to parties...

There it was again, though it was just a taste of the feeling she got earlier. This time her head throbbed like she had chugged down a snow cone too fast. She still winced and made her decision abruptly.

She turned around and left, running as fast as her feet would allow dodging trees and undergrowth. When she saw the huge house in complete view again, she sighed in relief for once at the sight of passed out and drunken people.

She rushed to the house looking aroun for Marissa since she was her ride. She really didn't want to think about what had happened in the trees. She just wanted to leave. She hasn't felt anything like that, at least in the past year.

A/N: Well, late (short and...not the best) I know. I won't give up on this story - I just cracked my laptop and lost all of my documents, including this one. Expect the next chapter in week :) Thanks for reading!