Let Her Go

Chapter 1

"That is the last time I will ever go to the movies with you, Lyss," Angie barely got out before doubling over with laughter for the millionth time since we walked out of the theater. We had just seen the new movie, Suicide Squad, and let's just say I made more hilarious commentary throughout than was necessary.

I pushed open the doors to the theater and held them, letting in the cool autumn breeze while waiting for Angie to walk through.

Angelica Harte is my best friend and has been since middle school when we both got detention for skipping. We bonded over our dark side that very little knew about and made plans to hang out again that upcoming weekend. The rest is history.

" Oh c'mon, I wasn't that bad-"
"You broke every rule the damn theater had!" At that outburst, we both bent over in laughter again. "They asked you not to do three things, three things, Lyss," she said after we settled down once more.

"I don't see what the big deal is," I said matter of factly, " I thought her outfit was cute and I wanted-"

"WATCH OUT!" Before I had a chance to contemplate if that was meant for me, the ground moved from beneath my feet and I saw nothing but the next sky right as all the air rushed out of my lungs.

I closed my eyes while failing to regain breathing properly and process what happened. Though I tried, no logical explanation came to mind.

The lack of oxygen flowing to your brain ain't helping either idiot.

On that happy note from my ever present subconscious, I realized a large weight was resting on top of me. When I noticed the weight was lifting, I decided to re open my eyes. But the face I saw when I did was a hot, unfamiliar stranger looking down at me with an expression of concern etched into his brows.

" I think she's coming to," said the stranger. "Can you hear me? If you can, tell me how badly you're hurt on a scale of cuddles to coffin." I groaned. " I'm sorry, I couldn't tell where that fit on my scale. Could you try again?" He chuckled softly.

I rolled my eyes at the stranger.

I tried to sit up, only to discover he was the weight I felt from earlier.

"As funny as you are,"

Not.

"Would you please get the hell off of me so I can breathe again." It wasn't a question, but a statement dripping with annoyance.

My subconscious and I weren't on the same page though.

Why in such a rush? You know you don't mind.

I could see the smug expression on her face. Well, my face. I cleared the voice from my head.

" But what would be the fun in that? It's not every day I get to lay on top of a pretty girl, ya know."

With a face like that? Doubtful.

"They all probably run after you try to make them laugh."

"No I think it's because they know they ain't ready for all this." He finishes with a wink and a knowing smile. What a nice smile it was. Once realization hit, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or blush, but I was suddenly aware that he was still laying on top of me. Laughter was winning and I had to close my eyes in order to ward off the smile that was swimming to the surface.

When I opened my eyes again, I was looking up into bright brown ones. Holding his gaze was a challenging thing for me, since I hate making eye contact with people, but I found myself holding it nonetheless, watching the tiny fleck of white brighten the very dark brown. Brown eyes have never been particularly pretty to me, but damn, his eyes were so mesmerizing I found myself drowning in it's depth. His jet black hair was shortly cropped but there was still enough in the front that if tilted the right way, could connect with his long lashes.