Thank You

Prologue

I am Hunter Blake. This is the story of how I met Sasha Reign. Meeting her for the first time was hell. Introduced to her I believed she was a whiny, curious bitch. Literally. Walking into her hospital room I heard her asking weird question like 'why is the sky blue?' or 'is there a life after death?' Who the fuck knows? Seriously. I wanted to yell that in her bloody face of hers, who the fuck knows? I couldn't do that though; it would tarnish my reputation...because she has cancer. In the celebrity world posing with cancer patients makes you a saint and since I got into some trouble recently my management thought it would improve my image. It did. For a while I was just pretending to be having fun with her, just for the cameras. But then I liked it. Hanging out with her was refreshing and it was like a small break from my problems as a celebrity. It was nice. It was much better than nice. This is the story of how I fell in love with Sasha Reign.

I am Sasha Reign. This is the story of how I met Hunter Blake. Meeting him for the first time was terrible. When he walked into my hospital room I knew he was an asshole. I just knew, it was like his assholeness was radiating of him. Not only did I know about that but I also knew he didn't want to be here. He looked around the room like he was lost, out of place, which he was. What kind of person thinks that they can get away with anything just by modeling for a few photos with a sick girl? Obviously he did, but I gave it to him, on live television. After that moment he followed me around like a lost puppy trying to obtain his status back. I played along like he did, but then it became real. I enjoyed hanging out with him, not only was he an asshole but he was also funny and sweet. I was scared though because I didn't know what I was feeling until it hit me. This is the story of how I fell in love with Hunter Blake.

- HUNTER -

I heard my best friend Christian yell at the top of his lungs 'RUN!" I did just that. I turned around to see blue and red sirens flashing and advancing towards my friends and I. The police were screaming at us to stop, but that just made me want to run quicker. I pushed my legs harder, made my heart beat more rapidly and caused my breathing to become heavy and uneven. There was no fucking way I was getting caught by the cops, again. I knew my best friend Christian was on my right side and my other friend Keith was on my left. I could hear the small laughter that was about to escape from Keith's mouth. Keith is such a fucking daredevil; sometimes I think he lets us get caught by the police on purpose. His overgrown sandy brown hair covered his dark brown eyes and flopped around as we ran. Being a boxer this sort of run and adrenaline was normal for him. I turned to see Christian slowing down. His midnight black was stuck to his forehead and drenched in sweat. His crystal blue eyes looked to me for help. I slowed down to his pace and pushed him forward staying behind to make sure he didn't reduce his speed again. The boys turned a corner and I followed them. After running for what seemed like forever we came to a stop to see a big ass gate in front of us. I pushed my brown curls out of my eyes a habit I've developed whenever something goes wrong. This is definitely something that is wrong. 'Start climbing the gate,' I say to both of my friends, they nod. We all begin climbing the gate; Keith is over in literally a minute while Christian and I are still scrambling over. I can hear the sirens edging closer to us; I look down and see Christian struggling. I drop down and push Christian up so he can get over the fence before we all get caught. Finally he makes it over and as I begin climbing I hear 'Drop and put your hands behind your head!' I look to my friends and whisper 'Run.' They both shake their heads until I give them a hard look meaning I'm not joking. Christian hesitates at first but nods and follows after Keith. I turn to face the cops but can't see anything because of the blinding light of the car. 'Hunter, again? What is it like the third time in two months?' I hear a familiar voice state. I squint my eyes and recognize one of the cops. 'Godfrey, is that you? And third time, seriously? It's more like my fifth time.' I take a few steps towards him but enough for him to touch me. 'You know the drill Hunter anything you -