Young Love (coming soon)

Prologue

"I like your hair," he looked me over once, "can I have a piece?"

That was the first time I punched someone in the face. Hand balled in a tiny fist, I swung at him. The week worth of detentions that followed was totally worth the look on his face when he had to tell people that his black eye was from a girl, a six-year-old girl to be exact.

Cody Sampson was two years older than me. He was stunning even as a child. His long black hair was always messy. I doubt he even owned a brush. His hair always hung in his face hiding his amazing green eyes. His eyes were like nothing you've ever seen before. They shone bright green most days but sometimes, when he was furious or elated, they would almost change to a forest green. He was tall, lanky as a child but he filled out as he grew up. By time he was sixteen he was the dream of every high school girl. He was like a Greek god. By twenty he was almost too gorgeous to look at.

Maybe it was his leather jacket, or his motor bike that he built from scratch, or the fact that he was forbidden, but somehow Cody was worshiped like a king in our school.

Why was he forbidden? Well it all started with his family. They lived in a small rundown house on the outskirts of town. For the most part they kept to themselves. It was almost as if they had an agreement with our small town, you mind your business and we will mind ours. Sure they were seen in town from time to time, going to the grocery store, or picking up supplies from the local hardware store. But when I was about six years old everything kind of happened. It started when Cody's mother found out her husband had been having an affair. We could hear her screaming at him all the way across town. I think her words will be forever imprinted in my, and everyone in our little town's brains forever.

I trusted you!

You lying son of a bitch...

What about little Cody?

What's the plan?

And then the final nail in the coffin, probably the most chilling thing she ever said.

You promised I would be your one and only. You promised.

After that outburst his dad left town, never to be heard from again. His mom lost herself to a bottle. And after that nothing was ever the same again. Everyone actively avoided the Sampson residence. The women whispered about the downfall of Mrs. Sampson, the men gossiped about the women that he had left her for. Everyone had a different story.

"It was a prostitute from the next town over. He left Mrs. Sampson only two weeks after meeting her."

"She was a young thing from upstate looking to piss off her father."

"It was an old fling that Mr. Sampson had put on hold while he got married and had Cody."

And probably the worst rumor,

"Mrs. Sampson and Cody were the thing on the side, and when his main lady found out, he cut all ties to his mistress and their son."

From then on Cody became a forbidden prize. No one wanted their child to be messed up with the likes of that family. Cody was the person you went to when you wanted to piss off your parents. Hanging out with him was like giving a big middle finger to your superiors.

The second time I ever talked to Cody was the first day of high school. I was walking toward the school doors looking for my best friend Kate. As I turned to look over my shoulder to see if she was in the parking lot I crashed into something. Well someone, Cody stood like a brick wall in my path. I fell over backwards and my bag spilled all over the ground.

"I'm sorry," Cody said bending down to help me pick up my stuff. I was so shocked that I didn't even realize when he handed me back my bag and offered me a hand to help me up. When my hand met his little sparks shot up my arm.

"Th-thanks," I stuttered. I almost slapped myself. Why did I stutter?

"Ray-Ray," a voice called out from the parking lot. I turned to see Kate running toward me her arms wide open. When I turned back around Cody was already walking away.

The third time I talked to Cody Sampson was the first week of summer after high school.

That was the night my whole life changed. Because I never expected to ever talk to Cody Sampson again. But I guess fate had a different plan.

It was the first Friday of summer vacation before I left for university. I was driving my beat up car down the highway on my way to a start of the summer party. The party was in the middle of who knows where, which was pretty common since our entire town was in the middle of nowhere. The highway was bleak and empty. Half an hour into my drive my car started smoking.

It sputtered a few times before it gave out completely. I could feel my heart start to pound a little faster as I realized I was stuck. I pulled out my phone to call my best friend Kate. No service, of course. I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. I opened the door and got out popping the hood. When I pulled open the hood smoke poured out, and I swatted with my hand to try and get rid of it.

I had no idea how to fix my car. I didn't know the first thing about engines. When the smoke cleared a little I looked into the car. I was expected a big sign pointing to whatever was broken, saying this is what's wrong and here is how to fix it! Unfortunately, there was no sign, just an engine, that was still smoking.

I stayed in the blistering hot sun for what seemed like forever. Eventually I heard the sound of another vehicle approaching. I jumped out of my car excitedly and started waving my arms in hopes I would flag down whoever was coming. A beat up pick-up sped towards me and I was worried it would fly right past me. As it got closer the truck started to slow down until it came to a stop right behind me. The door swung open and Cody Sampson stepped out. His hair was tousled as if he hadn't brushed it since waking up. Even in the blazing heat he was still wearing a leather jacket and dark wash ripped jeans. His aviators covered his eyes.

"Need help?" he asked in a low voice. I almost swooned. I had never imagined he could have such a sexy voice.

And like they say everything else was history.

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