"The heart has its reasons, Where of reason knows nothing." - Pascal
Portman's POV:
Here I lie in bed with someone I don't even know. I met her last night at that party I had gone to. I didn't know anyone there. She approached me with her long blonde hair swaying behind her. I really don't remember much after that. I don't even know her name. But one name, one face was stuck in my head at this moment: A.J. Roxon.
A.J., which I don't know what the initials stood for, was basically the female version of me. She played soccer and was most often kicked out of the game for too many fouls. She beat people up for no reason. She had two tiny tattoos; a star on her back left shoulder and a moon with several stars on her right ankle. Best of all, she never settled down with one guy. A.J. would date a guy for a week and then move on to the next. There were a few differences between the two of us. She did homework and got good grades. That's actually how I met her. She and I were assigned a project for English. It was the beginning of our sophomore year at Eden. I wasn't looking forward to the project and neither was she, yet we got along and finished the project leading to a long lasting friendship.
Now at the beginning of our senior year, A.J. was the only thing on my mind. The thing that was confusing me now, was why she was on my mind? I was never one to settle down just like A.J. I was never a one woman kind of man; too many women to choose from. I couldn't just choose one girl because than another girl, a hotter girl would come my way. I was up to my usual stunts: sleeping with any hot girl that approached me. What was I thinking? Why was I thinking about A.J.? We were just friends, right? I tossed and turned trying to get a little bit of rest before having to get to practice, all though it's off season. I was being dumb. I couldn't actually have feelings for someone, could I? But from the moment I met A.J. I knew things would change. She was beautiful for someone who never really cared about their looks. She almost always wore her brunette and blonde hair up in a tight ponytail with a white t-shirt and blue jeans.
I turned over and grabbed my cell phone out of my pants pocket. The phone lit up and read 5:37 a.m. I had to be at the rink in just less than an hour for training. I picked up my heavy body and decided to get out of there, wherever there was. I put on my jeans and my white wife-beater and lastly putting on my signature leather jacket. I pulled out my bandana and wrapped it tightly around my head trying to make sure that the blood was still flowing up there. I jingled the keys in my pocket and slowly made my exit. I didn't think about leaving a note or anything for mystery girl. I walked out and around to the front the house I was at and jumped in my car. I started the car and proceeded to head to Eden Hall to start my day.