Chapter 1

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I was at the park on my "daily" jog. It's more like once a month. The park that I run around is across the street from a dog park. I have my ear buds on to try and focus on the songs so I won't feel winded. I see something running out of the corner of my eye, but I try to ignore it.

I feel something tightening around my legs, wrapping them up. I try to walk out of the binding, but I trip and fall right onto my chin.

I get up with a throbbing sensation going through my face. I look at what did this to me and I see a puppy.

I pet him, "You're a cute thing aren't you?" I say with a baby voice.

"Aye! Come back!" I here some guy scream from across the street.

I stand up and grab the leash, "Is this your dog?" I ask as the guy approaches. He looks like he's around my age. He has blonde hair, possibly dyed, and green or blue eyes. I can't really tell from here.

"Yes, Well my friends," he says out of breath, "Thank you. This little guy keeps running off."

I laugh, "You sure you just don't let him go to get poor girls like me to fall for him, literally, and then you come running over to get him in hopes we'll fall for you?"

His eyes get big, "What? No, no, that's not what I was trying to do." He looked down.

I laugh even harder and I can tell it surprises him, "I was completely joking."

"Oh," his face settled back to normal.

I pick the dog up, "What's your name," I say again in that baby-ish voice. I've always wondered why people do that when they talk to puppies.

"It's Corbyn," he said. The guy, not the dog. That would be weird.

"Your friend named his dog Corbyn. I would've thought it was like Biscuit or Max, but hey you do you, right?" I tell him still holding the dog.

He chuckles, "The dog is Kong, I'm Corbyn."

I put Kong back on the floor, "Well it's nice to meet you Corbyn. I'm y/n," I put my hand out to shake his.

I felt something drip down my neck. I wipe it clean with my arm. Great, now I'm going to have a streak of dry blood on me.

Corbyn reaches over to pull my arm away, "Aye, Aye. Don't do that. I have bandages," he reaches into his pocket to grab one, "Here."

"No, really it's no big deal. It's just a scrape," I tell him pushing it away.

He brings it back, "You're still bleeding y/n. Take it."

I finally take it. I feel around at my chin to find the start of the scrape. I point at a spot, but Corbyn just shakes his head and tries showing me on his chin. I still can't find it so he puts his finger on chin to guide me. I wince in pain.

"I'm so sorry!" He screams.

"It's fine," I finally get the band-aid on, "So do you just normally carry around bandages in your pocket?"

"Nope. He's a scratcher."

I tap Kong on the head, "Bad Kong."

"No, not Kong. His owner," Corbyn laughs so hard that he snorts.

"Oh," I look down to check the time on my phone. Man, it's time to get to the pier, "I actually have to get going," I tell Corbyn.

"Well alright. Do you live around here?" He asks.

"I do. About five blocks away," I say.

He smiles, "Then maybe I'll catch you around. I come once a week every Saturday to walk Kong."

I nod, "Alright, cool. Maybe." I start walking away right as I'm about to turn the corner I hear a shout.

"Promise me you won't throw that wrapper away!" It's coming from Corbyn. I turn the corner and look at the band-aid wrapper.

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Yeah. I know this first chapter was trash hopefully it will get better. I don't know though, I'm writing as I think of everything.

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