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Prologue

My name is Christina. I live in Bossier City. Bossier is a small city, compared to most others. We don’t have smog, or big time gangs, as a matter of fact, it’s pretty quiet. I think that’s why I always go looking for adventure, but since my city is so small, I have to find my adventures in other people instead of events…and I guess that’s how this whole thing got its start.
It was two years ago when I met him. It seems like so much longer, a lifetime, almost. I couldn’t tell you what I was wearing, or what my friends and I were talking about when I first saw him, but I can tell you that right then and there, my life changed forever.
After that day, I would never look at anything the way I had before. My relationship with my boyfriend would be completely changed, as would relationships with my friends. When I would lose faith in all the people I thought I could trust he would be my comfort. Everything would change, and it was all because of him. His name was Jake.

Chapter 1

Jake was one of those people who could look you in the eyes and tell you that a heap of rusted metal was a brand new car, and that the dog pee in the floor mats gave it a nice vintage feel, and you would believe him. I guess part of that was because of his eyes, they were deep and beautiful. The were blue, but not that normal light blue…his eyes were deep, velvet blue, with a green ring around his outer pupil, that just made them stand out more. But part of it might have been the way he talked to you. Any guy could have told me that his lines were bull, but I wouldn’t believe them, because when I was looking into those big, blue eyes of his, I was sold.
But a part of that may have been that his stories were mostly of adventure, and that was just what I wanted. He had stories of rappelling down the sides of cliffs, of running from cops, of everything under the sun that a bored girl stuck in a boring town would want to hear. He was the adventure that I was looking for that weekend, on that church trip. He was the adventure that I had been waiting for.

I remember that it was at the mall when I first laid eyes on him, and it was Andrea who pointed him out. I wasn’t looking for any guys that weekend, not after the stuff I had been through the weekend before: my boyfriend and I had just broken up…and gotten back together…the second time. There had been a lot of drama involved…and something about his ex-girlfriend, and some guy that he thought I cheated on him with. Either way, I didn’t need to be looking at other guys; lest some bored little gossip girl hungry for drama should decide to start some with me.
No, it was Andrea who was interested. She had seen him first. She had been the one to lean over to me and tell me that there was an “Uber-sexy guy” right behind me. I turned to look, who wouldn’t? Well, short of a straight guy or a lesbian, and I’m neither of those. I could only see the back of his head, but it was pretty attractive that he had a full head of hair because those bald guys just don’t do a thing for me.
But seriously, when she asked me if I was attracted to him, what was I going to say? Of course I said no. Had I seen his face I might have chosen to confide in Andrea that I did, secretly, think that he was a little cute. But, I didn’t see his face until I was involved.
He had seen us. He had seen us, and he had come over to say hi. He had seen us, come over to say hi, and somewhere between the hellos and the goodbyes I found myself wishing that I didn’t have a boyfriend.
In my defense, I tried my hardest to stay away from any cute guys that weekend…but he approached me. What could I do? I didn’t want to like him…I didn’t want anyone to think that I would ever cheat on my boyfriend…but he was there, and he was so in my face, and…I just couldn’t resist those eyes.
In the time I spent talking to him in the mall, I learned that he had an uncle that was a year younger than him, that he loved Invader Zim, that Blink-182 was his favorite band, and that “I miss you” was his favorite song. Oh, and he was on the same trip as I was, but with his church. It wasn’t my fault that he was perfect. Really, could I help that he just happened to sound like he was describing me to myself? I mean, he was absolutely the only person I had ever met that I had that much in common with. I was crushing, majorly, and I knew it. I didn’t want to be, but I was, and it would only get worse once he got my phone number.
That’s all I really remember of that weekend. The rest is a bit hazy. I do remember little bits and pieces. He called me that night, but I didn’t know it because I had to turn my phone off at night. The other girl in my hotel room would have flipped if my phone had rang and woke her up. The voicemail he left me was hilarious though, something about a pharmacy that sold porn…and looking for another girl to be in his next video. It made me smile, because he had such a priceless sense of humor.
Then I remember writing a poem about how unexpected the whole thing was. I remember telling my best friend that Jake was someone I could see myself falling in love with…but I didn’t think that he would be the guy to ruin the relationship between my boyfriend and me.