The Messed Up History of You and Me

Prologue

This is kind of like a prologue in a poem...weird I know. But it captures the essense of the story and it's main characters.

Prologue

Trey's POV:

She was smiling.

Smiling at every person that crossed her path.

She would look up and hold a small smile long enough for the person to see; until they passed and her gaze drifted back toward her dark green converses.

I was next.

Soon I would be the person she gave a polite silent greeting to.

I was next.

I held my head up high; locking gazes with her, trying to decipher the color of her eyes.

Violet. Bright Violet.

Beautiful.

I had made her uncomfortable. She now quickly turned her dazzling eyes to her fast paced feet.

But as soon as we crossed paths, she looked up; avoiding my eyes as much as I yearned to see hers.

She smiled.

God. Is that how it felt to get kissed by an angel?

Because it had me wanting more. And more. And a whole lot more.

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Caprice's POV:

The corners of my mouth tipped up yet again, and I grinned at the two females that walked past me.

They smiled.

I looked down; rememorizing the artic shapes and curves of my torn green All Stars.

I felt a burning stare roll down my body as I continued to ‘be oblivious’.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I looked up.

His back immediately straightened and he strut his Abercrombie good looks down my way.

He looked thoughtful.

Lost even.

He kept an incessant gaze down my soul, never once breaking his eternal search.

I looked back down.

Knowing from a very experienced year that he would probably just push me out of his way.

So I braced myself.

Nothing.

I caught his expensive shoes cross my path and I looked up.

I smiled.

Silently thanking him.