~9~
I turn around and see blue eyes staring into mine. There is a guy that looks a little older than me with blonde hair about a yard away. His tight blue shirt compliments both his eyes and his biceps. I find myself staring for awfully too long.
He speaks up, “Who are you?” If looks could kill, I would be dead.
I decide to play the tough girl. Maybe if I act tough enough, he’ll leave me alone. “Who are you?” I speak with a little attitude.
He looks at me and I think I might have actually made him back down. But then he smiles at me and chuckles.
Chuckles? “What’s so funny?” I ask angrily, no acting necessary.
He stops laughing, “I can tell you aren’t really tough, you’re just pretending.” He smiles so I can see his white teeth, “Anyway, I asked you first.”
I sigh, knowing that he is right. “I’m Rose. Rose Daunt,” I admit.
He steps closer to me, “Rose. Like the flower.”
It’s not a question but I feel obligated to answer anyway, “Yeah. Like the flower. And your name?”
“Alexander Pova. But you can call me Alex. So, where are you headed Rose?”
For some reason I trust him, “Truthfully, I don’t know. What about you, Alex?”
His face changes and I’m scared he doesn’t trust me. But then he answers, “Actually, I live here, in the woods. I constantly travel around. I was following you hoping you might lead me to someplace special; guess I was wrong.” He looks down at his feet and then peeks up at me with a smile.
Get yourself together Rose! “Not being nosy, but why do you live in the woods? I mean, don’t you have family in a nearby town?” I pause, “Wait! Are you a convict? Should I be scared of you?” I force a smile myself.
He laughs, “You like to jump to conclusions, don’t you? But no, I am not a convict and no, you should not be scared of me. Anyway, what about you? Wandering through the woods and talking to the first good-looking guy you meet.”
I’m pretty sure I start to blush so I look down at my feet. Then I remember there was a question in there with the awkward comment. “It’s a long story. Oh, and you didn’t answer my first question,” I say matter-of-factly.
“Mine is also a long story. How about I take you over to my camp and I can get a fire going and you can wrap up in a blanket – it’s really cold out here. Then we can both share our long stories.”
I smile, “I would like that very much.”
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Fallen
Teen FictionDetermined to avenge her mother's death and find out the story behind her father, Rose Daunt sets out on an exciting adventure. However, along the way she meets up with an unlikely ally who might be too good to be true.