AN: Chapter 3! Short, but needed. Hope ya'll like it!
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James POV
Dahlia was the greatest girl ever. After just a few hours I knew she was perfect. She was wonderful, an angel, a gothic goddess…
Dahlia was plain, yet enchanting. Her eyes were the color of topaz, the most piercing amber. She was tall for a girl, almost making me feel short. Her raven hair fell in beach-y waves down past her waist, looking so delicate to the touch. Dahlia's skin was so fair it was almost ghostly, without any marks or flaws, which was strange for her age. She was fun, carefree, and downright scary when she threatened to claw the drunken guy's throat out. The amber in her eyes seemed to flash red.
Dahlia, in no way, acted like the seventeen year old she was. She was full of surprises. She actually made me a little nervous; I couldn't really tell what she was thinking. I mean, duh, I don't have magic powers or anything, but when you grow up in California amongst a full load of ditzy blondes, you get pretty used to seeing the same three emotions on their faces: happy, sad, and nothing. Dahlia, on the other hand...god, she was ACTUALLY thinking. Like, she was using her brain before she talked! But then how could she still be beautiful? She didn't make sense; it was so much perfect in one person.
Dahlia eventually needed to leave. We all gave her our numbers for tomorrow, and figured out a time she would come down. When she left at 1:47am, Logan, Carlos, Kendall and myself were just a little depressed. It felt like our sunlight/moonlight left.
Heavy stuff for just meeting a girl.
Needless to say, Dahlia kept me on my toes. And even though it may feel pretty crappy when you lose your balance on a surf board, with Dahlia, the feeling of falling wasn't all that bad...