The Alpha's Angel

Chapter One : Connie's Salon

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Chapter One : Connie's Salon

"You can let go," I told Tabby. Her small, thin fingers dropped the lid to the dumpster. I wasn't paying much attention to anything else as we walked through the back door of Connie's Salon. Instead of going to The Junkiest Yard and helping my dad out, I decided to stick around with my mom for the night.

Since it was Saturday night Tabby and my mom were going to go out for drinks at the bar just a town over. We didn't have a club or anything here in our small town, and that was fine by me.

Occasionally Tabby's husband, Jarred would go out with them for their Saturday Fun nights and I would watch their two girls. Tonight Jarred decided to stay home, leaving me with nothing to do. My dad had already eaten and retired for the night, though it was only about nine.

So I figured I would look through some magazines, read a book, listen to music, anything I could find to do here in the salon.

In reality, I was most likely going to mope here all night and think about the guy that had come in yesterday with his sister for the fifth time. I couldn't take my eyes off of him!

Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger? Love at first sight, I suppose?

"Alright, we're heading out!" My mom called to me. Soon after I heard her locking the doors behind her.

Now I was alone, what to do, what to do . . .

With a groan I fell back onto the couch, also known as the lounging area for awaiting customers. Too bad my dad didn't have one of these at his place. I would nap there. It's so quite. Well, it is until someone comes in with a bunch of metal. Whereas here, there is always a bunch of woman gossiping while their husbands watch a current football game.

I flipped onto my stomach and grabbed a magazine from the glass table and began to look through the high fashioned hair cuts. You would think that my mom always did my hair, but she didn't. I've never really been into beauty like her.

My hair was simply blond, curly, and a couple of inches above my elbows. I didn't ever want extensions, highlights, or any of that crap. I guess I like getting down and dirty like my dad. Grease is more fun than nail polish.

The hair magazine was full of red heads, pretty ones at that. I threw it onto the other side of the coffee table and reached for another one until I felt a hand enclose on my wrist.

My breath quickened, not because I was scared, but because I felt like I was on fire - in the good way, of course.

I looked up into the brown eyes that had been keeping me awake lately. "Hi," I squeaked stupidly. My hair fell in my face and I swiftly pushed it back so I could keep my focus on the boy ahead of me. His dark hair fell over his ears slightly, emphasising the small diamond piercing in his left ear.

"Heaven, right?" The first time I had ever caught him talking and it just had to be my name to come out of his mouth. Why does my odd name sound so good coming off of his tongue?

I cleared my throat, "Yeah. What's yours?" If I faked to began dying, do you think he would give me CPR?

A slight, amused grin came to his face. "I know yours, but you don't know mine?"

I frowned. How I was I supposed to know his name? How did he know my name?

The hand that had currently been covering my wrist swept over my forehead, letting my hand drop and pushing my frown away. "My name is Jerrick Brixby."

Brixby? Wasn't that like a gang or something? My mom had said it's weird group or something.

"Heaven Summers," I introduced casually while sitting up to make room for my guest. He took the silent offer and stretched out next to me. "How did you get in here?" Okay, that probably should have been my first question. In my defense he was too gorgeous to think straight.