The beginning

Jamie POV

I can't stop thinking about Rea and everything that happened between us yesterday.

She was so different since I saw her last, her whole attitude seemed different, I can barely remember her the last time she was this happy.

I don't know why I felt so nervous, maybe it was because I knew that I wasn't the reason for her happiness.

But I guess, part of me did wish I was. It was nice to see her smiling and laughing.

I haven't seen her smile like that in forever, it made me feel warm inside. Like a little boy who has received an award for being really good at sports or something.

My mind couldn't help but wander when the memories began to flash before my eyes.

Her soft brown curls falling freely across her shoulders, her sweet scent making me want to pull her close to me and never let go.

And most of all, the look of pure joy and love in her eyes when she looked at me.

God that girl makes me weak, I didn't want this, this feeling, this emotion. This longing for her. I never wanted any of this. I didn't want a relationship; I wanted Rea.

I was done with Waiting. I've dropped so many hints, at this point I should just tell her how I feel, but I'm scared of her rejection.

"James, pay attention!" Mr. Ricken yelled, smashing the wooden practice staff into the side of my face.

The impact put me right on my ass.

My face was on fire, my vision blurry with unwanted tears and I could taste blood.

"Where's your fucking head boy!?" he yelled, as I rolled over with a groan. attempting to give him my best glare I could.

twice a week me and the rest of the hunters train, just to keep ourselves ready for anything.

recently we haven't had anything to hunt, not a single paranormal in months, either we killed them all or they've gotten better at concealing themselves.

truthfully I'd like to think it's the latter.

"You know this is just warm up, why are you putting so much weight into your swing? I do have to go to work tomorrow, and now you've fucked up my face again" I complained loudly, rubbing my hand over my sore cheek. it was most definitely going to bruise.

"Well if you would stop thinking about that hussy, and keep your head here on the mat I wouldn't have to knock some sense into your noggin" he chuckled, throwing his head back getting a good laugh at my discomfort.

In that second I threw myself on all fours using the strength in my back calves to propel myself forward at Mr. Ricken, quickly I spun my body through the air pulling the dual wielding daggers out of my holsters against my thighs, and pinning him down by the neck.

All the previous laughter in his face, his posture, his body was gone.

The man had trained me well, too well.

"Now that's what I'm talking about" he exclaimed excitedly, flipping me off him like I weighed nothing cracking me across the back of my head. He hit me so hard I saw stars.

"Night night James" was the last thing I heard.

Rea face flashed in my mind before I lost consciousness.

Rachels POV

Not even ten minutes in and family dinner is already a shit show.

"Stop throwing peas at me!" I yelled at my little brother Michael, as he loaded up his spoon to fling more at me.

" make me" he egged me on, bending the spoon back and launching the food all over my black velvet mini dress and my silky straightened hair.

"Stop it you little monster" I grunted, standing trying to grab the spoon out of his hands, which made him scream to mom "MOM RACHEL IS TRYING TO HIT ME!" The audacity, that little shit was gonna get it.

"Rachel leave your brother alone, aren't you a bit too old to be picking fights with him" she called, from the kitchen.

"he started it" I said defensively, crossing my arms.

Michael scrunched his nose at me "well now i'm gonna end it" he stood up slowly, his feet dragging along the ground.

He reached for another piece of his dinner, but before he could reach, the utensil was plucked out of his small hand

"Mike leave your sister be, don't you see how nice she dressed up. you're gonna ruin her outfit" dad said coming out of nowhere to my rescue, he looked me over giving me a wink.

" I think she's got a date after this, don't you sport?" dad jokes, grabbing Michael around the middle and throwing him kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

" Bath time kiddo, then bed. you have school tomorrow" after a moment he gave up, going dead weight.

"I hate school" he whined, looking around for mom to come to his rescue.

This is the exact reason I hated family dinner, Michael was an absolute terror, and mom just lets it slip.

She is always talking about how he's just a baby, baby my ass he's 11 and already has a phone, and how he can do no wrong.

me and Michael are both adopted and actual siblings. our birth mother was some junkie who couldn't keep her legs closed.

It's pretty upsetting but we got some pretty good parents out of it I guess.

abandoning the rest of my meal I head into the kitchen to help mom clean up.

"so" mom says as I enter the room "What's his name?" she asks In her normal flat voice, would it kill her to at least add some tone to it.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I respond by picking up the clean dishes from the drying rack, then placing them one by one on the counter while I grab the stool so I can reach the cabinet.

"Rea" she huffs "What? It's just a guy I met at a friend's party a few days ago, we hit it off so he asked me out. that's all" I say trying to play it off, If I give her anything else she will pry.

not like she wasn't going to anyway.

"Oh, so it's not Jamie?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"Huh no. Why would it be Jamie" I question, scrunching up my face.

"Well the boys been in love with you for years so I just thought" she paused then turned back to the dishes.

"Me and Jamie are just friends mom" I replied stacking the dishes in the cabinet.

"Well, will you at least tell me the boy's name, just so I know you're safe?" she asked with a small smile on her lips.

"Victor"

"Victor? That's it? no last name?" I rolled my eyes and turned to the paper towels grabbing a few to wipe up the leftover water from the drying rack.

"Don't know it, to be honest" I answered, hopefully ending the conversation.

she turned gently touching my shoulder, giving me an odd look.

"Just be careful" if I didn't know her any better I would think she was concerned, I know for a fact that, that couldn't be it.

I gave her a firm nod.

"well you better get going, don't want you to be late" she stopped and looked me up and down.

"you look great, I just wished you hadn't messed with your curls. they are just so pretty" mom commented, running her fingers down my long, straight hair.

I let out a huff "I just wanted to try something different"

"Well okay, it's your choice" she said, letting my hair fall around my shoulders.

After telling my parents goodnight and peeking in on Mike I headed home, I was in need of a shoe change.

The black stilettos I choose hurt so bad, digging into my ankles.

I was bearly through choosing my shoes before when the doorbell rang, fuck he was here already.

just deciding quickly on chunky Martin's that were cute and comfy.

quickly looking myself over in my mirror I did a once over.

The black velvet mini dress hugged my every curve just right, the shiny silver gage hoops helped to frame my heart shaped face and my Martin's gave me a few inches giving me the illusion of long legs.

The doorbell rang again,

"Just a minute" I called out hoping he heard me, while I applied a coat of light cherry lip gloss.

I grabbed my purse and keys off the table, then headed toward the door.

As soon as I opened it, Victor leaned his arm against the door frame.

even with the few extra inches he was still towering over me.

"You look delicious kitten" he mused, reaching out to cup my chin in his large calloused hands, pulling me towards him and kissing my forehead.

"you look good yourself" I stuttered out, he was beyond good.

He wore all black black leather boots black leather pants black studded belt, an iron maiden tee shirt with expertly placed holes around the neck.

giving it a nice distressed look, yet my favorite thing was his black jeans jacket covered in band patches and spike studs.

his hair was still a sexy mess, it was being contained with a pair of black Ray-Bans.

The man was gorgeous, every goth girl's dream.

"You ready?" he asked, pulling me away from openly ogling him.

"Yes!" I shouted, trying to hide my blush as we locked eyes. I took one deep breath, then another to calm my nerves, we walked down the stairs and out to the sidewalk.

"Which way are we going?" I ask, he smiles walking away from me to a beautiful baby blue Harley parked against the curb.

He picked up two helmets from the front seat, handing it to me before slipping on his own.

climbing on the bike, then reaching out his hand to me, I took it hesitantly and wrapped my arms around his waist for stability, gripping onto his jacket tightly.

"Hold on tight I like fast" he chuckled before the bike roared to life.

I held onto him tighter as he sped off, sending my long red hair blowing wildly behind us.

It was terrifying.