Destiny

Chapter 1

Jade
It figures. I wake up to the screaming of the neighbor and her boyfriend, again! Always fighting, sometimes I wish they'd just break up already but no, they stay together to torture the neighborhood. I guess I can't complain too much sometimes listening to them bicker is the only way to get my mind off of my dreams.

Ever since I was little, I dreamt of the same boy. He never changes, dreamy and handsome. Although I suppose all dream boys are supposed to be. But to me it's so different, it feels so real, and it's always the same dream over and over.

First I see the tall green grass of the hill where my mom used to take me when I was young. Then I see the tree, the most beautiful giant oak in all of Minnesota. The ancient tire swing still hanging from it. But then, I see him. Tall, pale skin, like he's never seen the sun. Long black hair that always falls perfectly in his emerald green eyes.

There are days in school where i'm staring at the blackboard and all I see are his eyes. Like he's real. My mother always said it was a sign, but a sign of what? I never told her what happens after I see his eyes. It never fails in my dreams that the wind picks up, chilling me to the bone even though I sleep under five fuzzy blankets. After the wind, lightning strikes in several places around the tree, and then me. The last thing I see is him, always him. His emerald eyes terrified as he runs over and I collapse into his arms. Although the whole dream is silent, I always hear myself say his name. Cam.

So every morning as I crawl out of my bed, I feel the chill of my dreams follow me, at least until I manage to get in my car.

Every morning is the same routine. I wake up to the neighbors fighting, I shower and grab a monster from the fridge and look at the picture of my mom as I put her faded, black leather jacket on before I head out the door. I wish she was still alive. She died when I turned sixteen. She was coming to pick me up from my first day of work, I had my license but no car. A semi had pulled out on a red light and took away my only family. I knew my dad, but he lived in California with the wife and daughter he actually wanted.

On my way to school I pick up Lexi. No matter how much my dreams bother me, I can't help but smile when she gets in the car. Everyday she comes up with some new way to do her hair. Today it's bright pink, like the Barbie dream house. "Good morrow my dearest," she pipes up as she slides in the front seat, she really loves shakespeare, I giggle. "hey, ready for another day of doom and destruction?" "oh for the sake of black nail polish, must you be so grim?" I smile. "cut me some slack I haven't had my monster yet" "did you bring me one?" "like you need to be any more hyper than usual" "good point but still." I point to the cup-holder where her monster sits.

When we get to school, I pull up my hood over my dark brown-black hair. Lexi always calls it a waterfall of black ink, and that's just how I like it. We grab our bags and make our way to the doors, then I get hit with a soccer ball.

I turn to see the prep squad standing by the fountain, I know exactly who kicked it, Margaret Valentine. Oh how I long to push her into that fountain, but I just look away and keep walking inside with Lexi. "why don't you ever tell a teacher? you know she does it on purpose," "exactly, and all the teachers believe her over me Lexi... come on, let's go to class"

Cam

Not again. It's always her face. I can't even fall asleep in the car without seeing her face as she draws in her last breath and says my name. Why can I never save her? I always know what's going to happen after the lightning. But it's pointless I suppose.

Dad looks tired behind the wheel of the big tank he calls a car. This is my last day here in Illinois. We're moving, again! I've never stayed in the same town long enough to make friends, so I suppose no one will miss me except the football team, and maybe Jack; the only guy I even consider a friend. I wonder if this town will be different, if i'll finally make a true friend, or be able to date. It's kinda hard to have a girlfriend when you're moving constantly.

"Cameron? Promise me you'll try and enjoy your last day here?" "whatever dad, it's not like my opinion will change your decision anyway." I hop out of the car and head inside, greeted by Jack as always and a few guys excited for my last game today.

"so you're gonna go all out today right?" "give it everything you got?" I nod "yup, sure thing fellas." In my first hour I pull out my sketchpad and draw her face like I have so many times before.

Penny looks over at it and rolls her eyes. "her again? when are you gonna accept that she's not real?" I glare "when you accept that leggings aren't pants." The bell rings and I head to my next hour, I don't mean to be an ass to Penny, but everything about her provokes me, especially when she talks about the girl from my dreams.

Jack keeps saying i'm a wicked artist because the girl I draw is smokin hot, I just roll my eyes and keep sketching, I always save her lips and eyes for last. Her eyes are so deep blue I wanna dive in them like swimming pools, her lips, not too thin, but not huge like the girls that get collagen injections. She just has this way of seeing through me, even as a drawing, her hair cascades down like black water-falls and I can't help but trace it with my finger.

Just as the last bell of the day rings and i'm grabbing things from my locker, Penny creeps up beside me. As I shut my locker and throw my backpack over my shoulder she smiles. Odd, considering I was an asshole to her this morning. "hey Cameron... are you busy this weekend?" "yeah actually, i'm moving, remember? you cheered when I told you monday." she nods "right... sorry I forgot, just wanted to see if you'd wanna hang out" "considering I was an ass to you this morning, and you were a bitch, I don't think that's such a good idea."

A look comes across her face that i've never seen before, it's strange and makes me uncomfortable. Before I can move away she pulls my face to hers and kisses me as if I wanted it, then she grabs a handful of my pants and bites my lip. I cry out a little in pain and push her off.

"what are you doing?!" She smirks, the hallways empty already. "don't pretend like you don't want me Cameron," I back her against a locker, my hands on her shoulders and I talk slowly. "Get this through your head, because you clearly haven't figured it out yet, I hate you, everything about you infuriates me, and I know you've made a nasty habit of sleeping with every guy in this school, so stay away from me."

I walk away fast and get in dads car. "let's go home, i'm so tired of this place already" "Cameron, I thought I told you to enjoy it?" "how can I enjoy it when the class harlot is trying to get in my pants?!" "then you really enjoy it, son" he laughs but I tilt my head out the window and pretend to vomit. "so gross dad... I don't need all the STD's that come along with that." He laughs more as we head home.