The Vintage Girl and Her Bad Boy Lover (Book 1 in the Once Upon A Time Trilogy)

Chapter 1

A/N Shout out to jokersgoddess for the awesome cover photo. This is my second story on here, and I hope it's better than the other one. Haha so let's get this thing going! Enjoy! Btw, all the chapters will be in Audrey's point of view (POV) unless otherwise noted. The picture of the old Hawthorne house is above. xoxo ~Alex

Chapter 1 The Beginning

The name is Audrey. Don't ask for my last name, because I won't tell you. It's just Audrey. I'm not a mean person, more lamb than lion. I wouldn't hurt anyone, mentally or physically, it's just not who I am. I respect people until they give me a reason not to, but I would never talk about them behind their back or anything. Like I said before, that's just not me. Here in New York, people are kind. They know everyone and all their business. It's nice. I guess you could call me a girly girl. I mean, I am. There is not a day that I'm not wearing a dress and these absolutely gorgeous flats that Momma gets me every year for my birthday. But don't get it twisted, I can still kick major ass. I only swear when I'm alone, and under my breath. It's the year 1920, and I just turned 17 a few weeks ago. It was Monday, August 27, and as I'm sitting on my window seat, reading, I notice a moving truck pulling into the old Hawthorne house next door.
Now this house has been abandoned for over 40 years, so they say, and to have people move in that no one's ever seen before is a huge jump for this small town. The old Hawthorne house is really beautiful in a spooky sort of way. The house itself was grey, like a dead body that had just started to decompose, and the grass all around the house wasn't even grass, it was like dead weeds, all brown and stringy and long. No one had touched that house in almost forever. But the make of the house, the inside and the outside was of the Victorian era and I always imagined that a long time ago, the house was bright and lively and booming with noise from all the parties. The driver of the moving truck honked his horn, startling me, and bringing me out of my thoughts. So, being the nice person that I am, I placed my book on the seat, fixed my dress, and walked down the stairs to meet the new neighbors.
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I walked toward the old Hawthorne house, and as I came to the end of the driveway, I stopped abruptly, seeing a man of approximately 19 or 20 years old. His body was covered, and I mean covered, with tattoos. Not a centimeter of his skin wasn't covered in tattoos, and he was ripped. Not like, 'Oh, I take steroids 15 times a day,' but more of the 'I like to work out' type. He was muscular and his tight tee shirt defined his six pack really well. He had black hair that was glistening with sweat. I could almost barely see the droplets falling from the tips of his hair onto his chest. He was god-like. 'Breathe, Audrey. I bet he has an ego big enough to fill his new home three times over. Don't do anything that may make him believe you're in to him.' I inhaled and exhaled a few times and began to take small steps toward the man.
"Hey, you okay?" The man walked up to me with a questioning look on his face, meeting me in the middle of his driveway, next to the truck. He seemed confused but also concerned, yet there was also something there that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Definitely," I smiled at him, watching as relief showered his face, wiping away the concern that was there just moments before, " The name is Audrey. I live next door. Where did you move here from?" I held out my hand in a stupid kind of way to show that I meant well.
He grabbed my hand firmly, bounced it once, and let go. "Jesse," it was all he said. Then he walked into his house and without a look back, closed the door.