Save Me

Chapter One°

I gasp out, spitting water and coughing up the amount that made it up my nose. The annoying sound of laughter wasn't helping the fact that every inch of my body hurt. Every move that I made, my muscles and bones scream out telling me to stay where I was, on the floor for the rest of eternity.

After a moment of catching my breath and gulping up air my mind starts to reorganize itself. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental once I realized I was still here, on earth, in hell. I blink slowly, vision clearing up while my head throbbed , to see myself right below the cliff where I had stepped off of. What could have possibly gone wrong?

"Yo, ponytail."

My eyes changed focus from the cliff to find a pair of bright blue eyes right at the edge of my vision. I took in the perfectly shaped lips and nose, the sharp jaw line and boyish face connecting it all with the one and only, "Miles." I wheeze out, still out of breath.

He smirks from where he stood over me, not even offering a hand. Typical. He was wearing his soccer sweatshirt, a pair of shorts and sneakers which made me start to wonder what he was doing all the way out here. There was no path around here for the public that connected to the main road, only to our private property.

"What are you doing here?" he spoke, literally taking the words right out my mouth making me choke on my words and sputter like an idiot trying to catch myself.

"I- I should ask you the same. Why am I all wet?" my eyes narrowed at the water bottle he held and the mischievous smile he had. I was never one to yell or make a fuss with people, always kept to myself, but he always seem to tick me off. This wasn't our first mix up. We occasionally got into fights during school. Occasionally meaning every time we looked at one another. He had one of those faces that make you wonder why the gods made him so perfect, but dragged his personality through the dirt.

"Well I'm in shorts and you're in your uh- night dress barefoot. I didn't think anyone still wore those things, what is this the middle ages? Obviously, I'm jogging you idiot. So, again I ask, what are you doing out here? "He gives me a look that was suppose to look intimidating, but it didn't work on me. I roll my eyes and slowly sit up head instantly falling into my hands. A groan produces from my lips which didn't cover up the snickering Miles decided was okay to do. Stumbling to get on my feet,  almost into the cliff side of rock, I got my footing and stood before him as he watched me in amusement. What a gentleman.

Miles E. Charleston. The most annoy person I've ever met. Not that I ever intentionally wanted to ever meet him, in fact I can think back to the 5th grade when i first moved into the neighborhood with Linda. My first day at school, I saw him in line for cookies roughhousing with the same soccer dorks he hangs out with today and I knew to stay away from him. So, in my 5th grade knee high socks and my Rugrats book bag on tight, I avoided him at all cost. Still as clumsy as I am to this day, I happened to bump into him at recess and he tugged on my ponytail which made me kick him in the shin and its been an all out war from there.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." I snap back and march my aching body down the path. My vision immediately blurred and I grip my wrist once a sharp pain shot up my arm making my veins freeze. What the hell happened to me?

"I think I deserve an explanation for finding you knocked out in the forest," he said once he jogs to my side. "Some animal could have come by and had a snack."

"Well you're not going to get one." I said pushing his body away from mine. He has this way of getting way too close to me and it makes me want to rip my hair out. His eyes twinkled as he dodged my hand and started walking backwards in front of me. I felt him scanning over me as I did my best to ignore him.