Time Again

Chapter 1: My Love

Forward: Hello! Before you start reading Time Again I would just like to warn you that I started writing this book when was 15 and the first couple of chapters are not that well written. My writing has grown considerably since then and I would just like to ask you all to please keep reading! Once I finish writing Time Again I will be going back and rewriting chapters one through ten. So please bare with me through these first couple of chapters... I promise it gets better! Thank you all so much! ~Pknelson1

Adelle

From the moment he roared into the school parking lot in his sleek, blacked out Camaro I knew he was trouble.

His black wavy hair and tilted chin practically spelt it. Nobody new came to this town. Ashland, Oregon, a small collage town that I was born and raised in. I've never been outside Oregon and the farthest place I've been is Portland, so you could say I'm a homebody. I knew mostly everyone in my junior class by name. Everyone knows everyone and their grandma here so dating opportunities are slim. But when this wavy haired stranger walked into my history class, that fateful Monday afternoon, I wish I knew how much my life was about to change.

I dismissed him in the parking lot, not really caring. But when he walked into class, the earth stopped spinning and somewhere, some place, a galaxy exploded. Electricity ran down my spine, forcing me to sit up straight. Against their will, my eyes latched onto this stranger, my vision narrowing until his beautiful face was the only thing I could see. My hands grew slick with sweat and a drum pounded against my ribs, forcing oxygen to speed from my lungs. It felt like I had woken for the first time, surging up from the depths of some great ocean. This unearthly stranger breathing life into my starved soul. I swear I was going to feint or scream or sob. Do one of those things. Anything to calm this clamor within me. And then our eyes met and what was left of my world crumbled away and it was only he and I. A tugging sensation erupted in my chest and it physically felt like my heart or soul was pulling me towards him. I had never felt this complete, this whole. I was always missing a piece.

He began to walk towards me, slow, measured steps. Never once severing the eye contact. I craned my neck up, practically holding my breath as he came to a stop in front of me.

The final bell rang, painfully jolting me back to the dingy lit classroom.

"Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" the deep, mesmerizing voice of the angelic stranger floated to my ears, the lilt of his thick Irish accent making goosebumps rise along my skin. I looked up into the most captivating eyes I had ever seen; deep and gray like the ocean, fringed with thick, black lashes 

I finally regained enough sense to stammer out a no.

"Good," he practically breathed. It sounded like relief. And he sat down right next to me. I turned back to my outdated book and ended up reading the same paragraph three times. Concentration flew out the window when he stepped into the room. I risked a glance over at the Stranger to find him with his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair, looking like he belonged here. I felt like he belonged there. Right beside me. I jumped and quickly looked away as he suddenly leaned forward and said,

"I'm Wes." He extended his hand. It shook slightly.

I cleared my throat, "Adelle." Ignoring his hand still suspended between us. Too scared to touch him. Afraid of the effect it would cause.

"Okay then," said Wes, retracting his hand. "So My Love, how did you get stuck here?" He seemed to regain his swagger that I saw in the parking lot.

"At school? Or this town? And don't call me that," I replied, my dry sarcasm making a come back.

"This town," Wes said it like that was the most obvious answer.