Pangaia: Agendas (Year One: Fall)

Chapter Two - Cheyenne

 If Cheyenne had to do it all over again, she still would've let him bite her.

She couldn't help it. He drew her in. Denver Collins had that effect on women.

Cheyenne Loveless was no exception to this law of nature, and she hated herself for it.

Something about the way he walked, how he confidently strutted through the hallways of the high school without glancing at anyone or anything as he went. Or maybe it was those piercing green eyes that could make blood run cold with fear and then melt it and send it boiling with desire.

He didn't care about anything, and yet he still retained a deep fascination in her. He had chosen her to bite.

Definitely not a typical display of affection. That should have been a red flag—not a green light.

She shut her locker door with extra oomph, just like she did every day. The lockers were always extra sticky and Cheyenne practically body slammed herself into it to get hers to close. It took her exactly five minutes to get her bag packed and then head out the glass doors blocking her from freedom.

High school was horrible for Cheyenne, and just leaving the building was often the highlight of the day. Today was no exception.

As she left the small brick and concrete building, she saw Denver clearly for the first time.

He leaned against the side of the school coolly. The wind blowing his dark, nearly black, hair in front of his beautiful green eyes. Those eyes were the first things Cheyenne noticed about him. When the light caught them at a certain angle, they glowed like pure emeralds. Golf courses would envy his eyes.

Certainly the rest of him was handsome as well: his broad shoulders, his well toned body, and flawless tan skin. The eyes had her hooked, though. She continuously found herself stopping to stare at him and catch another glimpse, almost as if to make sure he was real. She'd never seen such a gorgeous and beautiful creature in person before. She'd never approach him in a million years. She was far too shy. Just thinking about it was giving her a small panic attack.

As soon as she was caught staring, she averted her eyes to anywhere but him.

"Sorry," she mumbled before hurrying down the sidewalk. He wouldn't have heard her anyway since she was nearly forty feet away.

At least he shouldn't have.

"I'm used to it," he called after her.

This made her walk even faster. Her face now uncomfortable from all of the blood rushing to her cheeks.

How did he hear her? She barely heard it herself. The words had come out as barely more than a whisper. So how? Cheyenne risked one last glance at him before she ran the two blocks down the road to her house.

As soon as she got it unlocked, she plowed through the front door and shut it quickly behind her. Only then could she let out a deep breath.

Her mother peered into the foyer from the kitchen. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah," Cheyenne said. "Everything's fine. I just had a run in with a boy at school and made a fool out of myself like usual."

Her mother laughed. It always made her slightly wrinkled face crinkle, but in an adorable way. Cheyenne could only hope she aged so well. "I bet you he thought it was endearing and sweet. You'll see, he'll be asking for your number any day now."

"You always say that," Cheyenne said, setting her book bag down onto the floor. The weight of it on her shoulders now unbearable. Her whole life seemed to fit inside.