A/N- I know this is like super late and I'm so sorry. I would once again like to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews. Especially guest... who was quite persistent and even left a review on one of my other stories telling me to update this fic.

Thank you SmurfsTasteGoodOnToast for being my oh so wonderful beta and inspiration!

Rory's POV

I sighed and slid down, my back against the well behind me. After detention I had scurried off before the other girls could try to talk to me. A few days ago I was exploring some of the forest and came across this well. I was immediately enthralled by it. It was old and mpstly covered by moss but it was beautiful. It looked like something out of those silly fairy tales. The sides were smooth and if I dropped a penny I could faintly hear the 'plink' at the bottom.

I hadn't had a chance to come back to it until today. I didn't want to explain to my mom about detention so I decided to come here instead. I took out the book I was reading earlier and resumed from the page I left off on.

After about 20 minutes I heard twigs snapping and my head immediately snapped up to see who my intruder was. I should have just kept my head in my book because it was none other than Killian Jones.

He looked almost surprised to see me. He stared at me for a few seconds, probably trying to figure out if he'd met me before. Finally he decided to speak. "Sorry love, I didn't think anyone else knew about this spot. I didn't mean to interrupt your reading."

What was up with the way he spoke? As far as I knew he lived in Maine his whole life and even his brother didn't talk like that! It was probably just to help attract ladies. The accent was rather charming. Though I had to admit, the help was not needed.

I noticed he was looking at me expectantly, obviously he expected me to say something. Hurry; say something before he thinks you're retarded. "It's alright. I'm almost finished anyways" I mentally smacked myself in the forehead. Could I be anymore stupid?

Killian chuckled in return. "Well then I don't suppose you would mind me keeping you company for the time being?"

"Uh, sure. If you want," I shrugged and looked back down at my book hoping it would hide my blush.

He made his way over and sat beside me. Really close beside me. Really, really close beside me. Did he know the term 'personal space'?
I didn't know what to say so I went back to my book, pretending to be fascinated by it, but honestly I couldn't concentrate and kept re-reading the same sentence over and over again.

I felt his breath on my neck, and I stiffened. Why was he so close to me? I turned my head to ask him to scoot over little when I bumped my head on him. I let out a little yelp of surprise and rubbed my forehead where it hit him. I noticed that he too was rubbing his head but with a more amused look on his face.

"Sorry," I said quickly. Thinking that I completely made a fool out of myself, I returned to my book, only to be surprised when it was lifted out of my hands. I got up; ready to yell and I could tell my face was red. "Hey, give that back!" I demanded, not knowing where I got the courage to speak loudly.

"The Hunger Games, really sweetheart? You didn't seem the type to read such a trivial book." He seemed to be examining every inch of the book as he turned and flipped it.

"What are you doing?" I asked exasperated. "I'm looking for the real book. C'mon you aren't the type to read about teenagers murdering each other. You probably love the books with lots of rainbows and butterflies." He seemed to think what he said was funny because he laughed afterwards. "Oh, I got it. You read it so you can fantasize about dear ole Peeta at night, right?"

Red clouded my vision as I caught him off guard by abruptly snatching the book out of his hands. "I happen to love any book. Rainbows or not. And I happen to be a prominent member of Team Gale."

Killian nodded, amused. "Peeta was a bit of a prat, wasn't he? Such a sap, trying to sacrifice himself for love. And Gale should have gotten the girl anyways, he's the good looking one. So tell me, does the fact that he's a hunter turn you on? Or was it those gorgeous brown locks of his?"

I snorted very unladylike in response. "It's none of your business and I don't appreciate you trying to judge me based on the whole ten seconds of conversation we've had." I cannot believe how much of a jerk he is! And to think that I was so nervous around him! I am not going to be that girl that falls in love with a random pretty face. Not that it's even that pretty. Not that I'll admit to anyway. Personality is more important anyway. Which seems to be a lesson he needs to learn.

I shoved my book into my bag and I pushed past Killian, my bag ramming into him. "Hey, slow down there princess," he grinned as he grabbed my arm to prevent me from leaving. "At least tell me your name"

I decided to ignore him until he let me go. Unfortunately for me though, Killian was very stubborn. "Let me go," I sigh in exasperation. He really has a lot to learn about common courtesy.

"Tell me your name," he repeated. "No," I replied, yanking my arm loose and running off. I spared one glance back, seeing Killian still staring at me. He winked at me, and I groaned in disgust, ignoring the small butterflies that were beginning to creep into my stomach.

Soo this chapter is finally up! I know that i'm not that great of a writer, so please tell me what you think and what I should work more at! Constructive criticism is helpful! So now you've seen our lovely main character with both of her potential love interests, who do you prefer so far? Rory and Philip OR Rory and Killian? Remember to review!