Chapter One: A New Neighbor
Chris' P.O.V.
Man, I think. What the hell is up with this place? Cardboard boxes everywhere, trash overflowing the cans and spilling out all over the streets. This place is a dump.
Across the way, there is a small apartment building. This must be my place. So I park my motorcycle, gather myself, and walk across the street.
When I open the door, a cheery-looking woman greets me. Her name tag reads "Nicole F.".
"Hello there! May I help you?" Nicole F. asks.
"Well...yes, actually." I place my duffle bag on the floor and lean up against Nicole's desk. "Can you tell me where apartment 7 is?"
"Oh, of course!" She chirps, then hands me a map of the building. "It's right up those stairs, then left, and it's the 4th one on the right."
"Thanks!" I take the map, pick up my bag, and head off in the direction of the stairs.
When I get close, a young redhead, wearing a pink crop top and black leggings, races down the steps, papers flying out of her open file.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" She yells.
Cat's P.O.V.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I yell, flying down the steps with my homework. Accidentally, I step on my shoelace and it comes undone, tripping me. I scream and fall towards, tumbling down the steps. Thankfully I don't land on my head, but now my tailbone hurts.
"Oh my god!" A man yells. I hear footsteps. A tan hand reaches down and touches my arm. "Are you ok, miss?"
He has a Southern accent. It's quite cute.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Good, good." The stranger murmurs. He gets up and starts gathering my papers.
"Oh no, you don't have to do that!"
"Sure I do, ma'am." He replies.
I get up, brushing my clothes off and fixing my hair.
"That's really kind of you." Finally the stranger turns so I can see all of him. He's 6 ft. 5, tan, and beautiful. His black hair is longer than mine, reaching to his waist. He wears a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and and ripped grey jeans.
"Don't mention it." He hands my homework back to be, all neat and in my file. I hold out my hand for him to shake, and he grasps it firmly.
"I'm Cat Valentine." I say.
"Christopher Stearn."