I am sorry if this chapter is boring... I scratched my head a lot to gain some ideas for this chapter. I hope you like it. Also, there will be the 'boy's POV!

4. First sight.

**2 weeks later, one day before the school.

Many days passed. I didn't get any such dreams like that night's. It was a relief. I didn't want to disturb my parents because of my stupid dreams. Two days were left for my school to reopen. Jake will be in 7th grade and me in tenth, last year in high school. Chris had completed high school, and will be heading for Biology. My friends had selected different careers. But I yet did not decide what to select. I was so confused. A sportsperson, or a singer? I just hope everything will be fine.

Jake kept on asking me if I had any such dreams later that night. He looked worried. A smile appeared on his chubby face whenever I used my humor to lessen his worry. Christopher was leaving at 11:00 in the morning and came back at 2:00 in the noon from his tuitions.

I decided to enjoy my last day all by myself. I took my bicycle in the evening and rode off on the lonely streets of Middletown Meadow. I was going very fast. I felt like the cool breeze were filling my body with excitement and joy. I was enjoying the ride when suddenly a bike banged slightly against my bicycle tripping me on the ground.

"What the heck you think you are doing?!" A voice roared. I looked up and saw a boy, of my age. He looked very handsome as well as scary, and now even scarier with the anger on his face. I trembled with fear inside, but of course I did not want to show it on my face. I replied, "See, I didn't look your bike approaching. I am sorry about it." He smirked "Good. It's nice, y'know. To admit your mistake..." I interrupted. "What do you mean by admitting my mistake? It wasn't only mine, it was yours too. You didn't not see my bicycle coming, either, isn't it?" He became more angry, but suddenly he calmed. "Look, I think we must just end this quarell over here. I admit my mistake, is that fine." He said. He was saying as if he was showing gratitude on me. "Don't treat me like a kid. First you yelled at me like a psycho and then you are saying leave it, when you know that it was your mistake as well. Is that how you treat people." "Don't shout at me. And how I treat people is my personal matter, you stubborn girl." He said strongly. We argued a lot. "As if I care!" I said with abruptness. "I wish I never see you again." I continued.

He smirked and turned to his bike to leave, but then he looked back and observed the blood drops flowing from the cut on my knee. "Need help?" He asked, with concern in his voice. "No, thanks. I don't need it. I am strong enough to move." I said rudely. I felt I shouldn't have said so rudely. I cannot even take back my words. He sat on his bike and rode off in the direction from where I had come. I saw a tree and walked there limping and reached there. I sat under its shade and waited for some time. I caught my bicycle's handle and started walking to reach my home. I wish I never see him again. Ouch, my leg! I walked very slowly, in this condition.

Suddenly a familiar voice ringed in my ear. "I offered you help, it was your fault you refused." It was him. "I think I had told you to leave, isn't it?" I said sarcastically. "Yeah, but I thought you need help, though you will not name it." He answered.

"I don't "

"I don't care. I will see to it that I will lessen your pain"

Oh why, boys were so stubborn?

Before I could realise, he carried me in his arms and headed towards a pond nearby. He placed me carefully at the side and took a big cloth from his bag. Woah.. he had belongings in that bag or what..

He turned to look at me, as if he was reading my mind. He took the cloth and made it wet. He later placed it on the large cut on my knee and tied it carefully. His hands... why were they so cold.?

"I lived in Oymyakon in Russia since I was 3. It is very cold there, no wonder my hands are cold." He said

'Oh' I uttered. What else can I say?

When he was done, I felt that my pain was less now. "Thank you" I said.

"No problem. I helped just because that you were hurt because of me. "

Well, that last sentence pricked me like thorn.

"Or else you wouldn't have done it?" I asked.

"I think it is late. Your parents must be worried." He said, watching the sun set.

I knew he was avoiding my question.

"By the way, I am Dominic." He said. He brought his hand forward to shake mine.

"Isabella." I said, shaking his hand.

"Should I drop you at home?" he suggested.

"No thanks. I am feeling much better now."

"Okay then, will meet next time." He said and ran off.

I mean, seriously.

**At home

"Dear, what happened to your knee? Who did this to you? Are you alright?" My mom asked me. Everyone freaked me out with many questions.

"Mom, I am fine. It was just an accident.."

"Accident? How did it happen? You must have gone on the streets for cycling, isn't it? Again! Last time you hurt your arm, wasn't that enough?" Dad started yelling at me.

"SORRYY" I said. I did not want any quarell right now.

I changed into pajamas and polka dot pants. My mother untied the bandage and applied some medicine on it after dinner. "So.." she continued. "Did the guy you met with an accident tieyour bandage?" She asked hopefully. My mom loved talking about boys. Fortunately, I am not like her in this matter. "Yeah" I replied."It was kind of him."

My mom exclaimed.

"Mom, I am tired. Can I go in my room to sleep? Tomorrow's school." I asked her. I didn't want to hear anything right now.

**2 hours later

I opened my eye. It was 11 o'clock at night. Of course, it was dark outside. I got off my bed. I don't know why I woke up right now. I opened my door and stood in the balcony. I saw Kallie in her balcony, mixing colours on the pallette. She was doing a painting, in which a girl standing alone on a seashore was shown flawlessly. "Hey, nice painting." I told Kallie. Her house was opposite ours and were close to each other. So we could hear each other's voice without yelling. "Hey thanks." She smiled at me.

"I didn't knew you paint so amazing."

"Ya, I like painting. It gives my mind relief from daily life stress."

"Hmm, it refreshes me too."

"So you like painting too?"

"Yup, I do paint when I am in the mood"

She smiled again. Suddenly I remembered.

" Huh, Kallie, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes yes, why not. Go on."

I took a deep breath and asked her.

"You had told us that your brother will come the next day after you shifted. But we did not see him. Just wanted to know."

"You look interested in my brother, huh?" She teased me.

"Er, no. Just wanted to know. If you want to tell..."

"Chill. Just kidding. He seems to be a lot busy. And not that he tells me everything. He is resting inside."

She continued. "I think you should go to sleep now. You have school tomorrow, don't you?"

"Ya, I do. Thanks for reminding" I said good night and turned when i heard her saying. "My brother will meet you at school." Oh, he's in my school. COOL.

I smiled and went in my room.

Dominic's POV.

When I saw her, I felt butterflies flying around my head. I felt her blue eyes mesmerising me. My heart beat faster. I didnt know what kind of feeling it was, I never felt it could have got serious injuries. My bike banged against her bicycle, and she tripped down on the ground. I felt bad for her. But it was her fault, she must not be absent-minded. My aggressive side took over.

"What the heck you think you are doing?" I roared. She was admiring me in her mind, as well as thinking how scary I was. She trembled in fear inside, but she did not want to show it. She replied. "See, I didn't see you coming. I am sorry about it." She appeared bold. I smirked. "Good, y'know. To admit your mistake.." it is when she interrupted. "What do you mean by admitting my mistake? It wasn't only mine, it was your fault too. You didn't see my bicycle coming, either." I was angry on myself! How can I be so stupid, arguing like a mad person? Just then I saw her expression. That is why I calmed down. "Look, I think we must end this quarell now. I admit my mistake, is that fine?" I asked. She was thinking that I wanted to show gratitude on her. "Don't treat me like a kid. First you yell at me like a psycho and then you are saying leave it. Is that how you treat people?" This time she really hit my nerve. "Don't shout at me. And how I treat people is my personal problem, you stubborn girl." I thundered. "As if I care" she said abruptly. "I wish I never see you again." She continued.

Well, I thought completely opposite.

I smirked and was about to leave, when I saw blood coming out from the cut. Caused by me. I went to her, I knew she needed help. I asked her, but she refused. Of course, I understood it. I sat on my bike and pretended I was heading to the direction I was going before.

She got up very slowly and stood over there. She saw a tree nearby. She caught the handle of her bicycle and walked limping there. She kept the bicycle at a distance and sat down under the tree for its shade. She waited for some time. I felt bad for her. I knew she would be cursing me for this. Later she stood and was about to leave to go home. She walked very slowly. It is when I came there from behind. "I had offered you help but it is your fault that you refused." She turned around and saw me. I knew she was very angry. "I think I had told you to leave, didn't I?" She said sarcastically. Nice sarcasm, I thought. "Yeah, but I thought you needed help. And that you wouldn't name it." I told her.

"I don't" she said.

"I don't care. I will see to it that you are alright." I said.

Why are boys so stubborn? She thought.

Before she could react, I carried her in my arms and headed towards a pond. i placed her carefully at the side and took a big cloth from the bag I had.

Woah.. he had belongings in that bag or what.. I heard her thinking.

I turned to look at her, and she doubted that I was reading her mind. I took the cloth and made it wet. Later I folded it on the large cut on her knee and tied it carefully. She seemed to be strong I thought.

His hands... why were they so cold.? I had to give a reason for it, without leading her to suspicion.

"I am from Oymyakon in Russia. It is very cold there, no wonder my hands are cold." I said casually.

'Oh' she uttered. She must have thought something, to which I didn't pay attention.

When i was done, she felt that her pain was less now. "Thank you" she said.

"No problem. I helped just because that you were hurt because of me. "

Well, that last sentence pricked me like thorn. Oops, I must've not said that.

"Or else you wouldn't have done it?" She asked. Can't she just stop being curious.

"I think it is late. Your parents must be worried." I said, watching the sun set. I had to leave now.

I knew he was avoiding my question. Damn smart, I thought.

I wanted to know her name, so I asked her.

"By the way, I am Dominic." I said. I brought my hand forward to shake her hand. Hoping that she would shake it and tell her name.

"Isabella." She said, shaking my hand.

"Should I drop you at home?" I suggested.

"No thanks. I am feeling much better now."

"Okay then, will meet next time." I said and ran off.

That night

That night, I just started to think about her. Isabella, what a beautiful name. I thought. I wanted to meet her again. Wait, why am I thinking about her. It could be dangerous, for me as well as her. I just have to forget her. She was a human after all. It is when I sensed a smell. It was hers! She was here, or was it just my imagination. It was still there for a few minutes, and later it vanished. I heard my sister was talking about me to somebody. Was it her? It is when I went out to check. There was nobody around except my sister.

"What happened?" She asked.

"Were you talking with somebody?"

"Yup, our neighbor, Miss Brooks. Why?"

"I heard you talking about me."

"Yup, she is in your school.

I didn't want to tell my sister, or else she would start teasing me.

OK, I told and went in.

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