Even If I Told You Not To?

Chapter 1

Federal Bureau of Investigation STATUS UPDATE:

The bright red letters flashed upon Channel 4's footnote section. Oh, not again. A pain flashes before my eyes as I see the suspect's picture appear. The girl has wavy brown hair, bright gray eyes, and a tan complexion. The only problem was, well, that girl is me.

I might as well start with what I know. My name is Kemp Mattingly and I'm what normal people would call a "freak". I might as well admit, I am kinda the definition of that word. I can do "weird" things if you will. I was born with power to control most things, whether it be wind, water, or even people. And now since some dimwit has figured out what I can do, I'm on the run. The F.B.I wants me for God-knows-what, but, I'm determined to not find out. No wonder they haven't tracked my cell, they aren't as smart as you think. I don't even know why I keep it, it's no use to me, I have no-one. I know cue the tiny, pathetic violins but it's true. I stand up quickly, spilling chip crumbs everywhere. I should probably go have some fun while I can. In a few days my luscious NY apartment will be splattered on every front page possible if they find me. I'm glad these people are so involved in their own lives to not notice a Most-Wanted fugitive strutting down the cement. As soon as I walk out the turn-around style door the sounds of NY hit me, horns, vendors, and voices of angry businessmen and women. Nothing's going to change. These people are so.... Normal.

"Hey!" I sprawl out as I turn down an alley. My weird position already shows I have hurt myself.

Rubbing my back I plead silently it's not a cop.

"Sorry," I'm taken aback as a young man looks down at me. He's cute but, I can't let that get to me. I take his outstretched hand as he helps me up. "By the way, I'm Will."

"Well, thanks pretty boy, but I need to get going." He doesn't get the hint.

"Hey! Can I least have the pleasure of knowing the name of the person I about killed?" I roll my eyes at him and stretch out my hand.

"Kemp," I mutter as he clasps my hand and shakes it.

"Are you OK Kemp?" He gives me a small smile and I can't help but return it. He's got quite the money-maker. Beautiful blue eyes, and a close-cropped head of blond hair. He's athletic you can tell, muscular,tan, and well, hot.

"I'll survive."

"Good, so where were you off to in such a hurry?" Oh great he probably is a cop. Shame, let me tell you.

"Hmmm, let's see, none of your business. Your with the press aren't you? Or the F.B.I.?" Reproach enters my voice.

"Um, no. I'm with the state of NY maybe? Ya know, like those sweatshirts that say "Property Of?" He gives me a lopsided grin and it takes all I have to not slap it off of him. "Why the nervousness? Jeez."

"I'm sorry, but, I don't know you." I say wrangling my hand from his. I hadn't even realized I was still gripping it.

"Can I get to know you?" He asks quietly.

"Uh, I'm sorry like do you mean what I think?"

"Yeah you and me, Kemp." He adds a little emphasis on my name and my heart does an aerial maneuver."It'll be fun." He smiles a cute little smile and nudges my elbow. "Whadya' say?" Reading minds comes in handy especially when you need to know if a hot guy wants to kill you or not. Which surprisingly he doesn't.

I wanted a little fun didn't I? "Well if I wake up in a ditch, I know who to blame," I smile at him and he mutters, "Ha-ha."

It's a little awkward at first, but we hit it off. I learn he played football in high school, has 2 sisters, and was born in Nevada.

"Nevada?" I question as we sit in a little corner cafe. "How'd you get to New York?"

"My parents split and I came with my Dad up here."

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say barely audible.

"Don't be, it made everyone more happy," He says back and meets my eyes. I pick up that he is lying but I didn't want to come across as pushy. He did't come with his dad. My eyes drift back to the street and see it's very dark. Crap, I lost track of time. The light of the city snakes around the corner.

"Oh, great, I should probably head home," I say disappointingly.

"Let me walk you home, it's not safe out there," He looks at me with those bright blue eyes.

"And what? You don't think I can't take em' on?" I laugh getting out of the booth. I put my fists up and Will chuckles at me.

"I don't want to take any chances Killer. Lead the way," Will motions for me to leave and I walk out. I know I can't take my usual shortcuts because Will can't see me use my "special" abilities. I like him and, it would just scare him off.

After walking for a few minutes, Will pulls me aside. "I can't lie to you.... Kemp, I didn't come here with my dad. I'm on the run. Have been, for years." He looks down at me with a great intensity.

"For what?" I ask even though he's thinking of government stuff. "Will."

"I took some stuff, government stuff. Hacked into some computers. Horrible things Kemp," He mutters his voice shaking.

"Will," I repeat gracing his elbow with my hand. "I-I um, am on America's Most Wanted, if it makes you feel any better."

"What?!" Will turns to me with his eyes wide. I shake my head and reach my hand out.

"Kemp Sarah Mattingly, nice to meet you."

"Wait, Mattingly? Like, THE Mattingly?" Will says staring at me under a shocked expression.

"Yeah, THE Mattingly."

"Kemp?! Why wouldn't you say something?" This is going the exact opposite way. He wasn't supposed to be comforting me, he would get caught if he stayed with me. Instead he grabs my waist and his lips meet mine. Push him away Kemp, I repeat in my head but, I can't bring myself to. Instead my hands find their way around his neck, pulling him closer. Your only gonna' hurt him Kemp, my conscience yelps. So many things are flying around in my head but, I ignore them. I know not a good idea but, what can I say, this feels so right. Being with Will feels so right. Kemp your being stupid I think to myself. You know what maybe I am.