Travellin'

Prologue: To Be Forgotten

PROLOGUE: TO BE FORGOTTEN

The light from his computer lit up his face in the darkened room. His finger endlessly clicked his mouse as he searched through her Facebook profile for the fifth time this hour, hoping she'd come online. Maybe she was ignoring him. He knew he was stalking her but he couldn't stop. There was just something about her. She was in his mind endlessly. And it's not like he didn't talk to her. They talked all the time.

He moved his cursor to other open tab and clicked. Deviantart.com came up with her profile glowing on his face. A smile lit up his face as he saw that she'd uploaded a new picture. He doubled clicked and grinned even more when he saw the title and comment.

My Mysterious Stalker

You asked me how I pictured you, so I draw what I saw in my mind.

He remembered that conversation well…

Herstalker: Hey!

JinxtheAussie: Hey you! Hows it going?

Herstalker: Pretty good, except I saw your new picture…

JinxtheAussie: D: You didn't like it?

Herstalker: yeah… well… Who was the guy next to you?

JinxtheAussie: aww… is my little stalker jealous?

Herstalker: … >:( no!

JinxtheAussie: You don't have to worry though

Herstalker: … Why not?

JinxtheAussie: Lol, that's my brother-in-law.

Herstalker: Seriously?

JinxtheAussie: yes!

Herstalker: oh… okay…

JinxtheAussie: Lol. Hey, can I ask you a question?

Herstalker: Uh… sure?

JinxtheAussie: Where do you live?

Herstalker: Why?

JinxtheAussie: I was curious…

Herstalker: How 'bout I make you a deal?

JinxtheAussie: Alright. What's the deal?

Herstalker: Tell what you think I look like and I'll tell you where I live.

JinxtheAussie: Deal. Give me a day and I'll do you one better.

Herstalker: What do you mean?

JinxtheAussie: ;) you'll see…

JinxtheAussie has logged off

He stared at the picture surprised at some similarities. His jaw was accurate. His hair was in a similar style to how he normally has it. The nose wasn't far off either. The eyes were the wrong colour. The ears were off. The face shape was skewed. Overall, however, it was a really good picture, considering she's never seen him before.

He scrolled down the page to the comments section. Selecting his smiley as "joyous", he typed his message.

Danmark. (A/N that's how the Danish spell it...)

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Jinx Piper

The music was blaring from all sides as the lights flashed and the fake smoke blinded those moving across the dance floor.  The air smelled of alcohol, vomit and excretion as sweaty bodies grinded against each other. I made my way across the stained, hard wood dance floor toward the busy and crowded bar. My nose crimpled as a male leaned heavily against me, his fruity alcoholic breath filled my nostrils.

"Hellooo theere pritty laadyyy!" The man slurred severely. I shot him a disgusted look before shoving him off me and into some unsuspecting victim, who fell over as a result. I weaved in and out the loud people, already regretting turning up to this awful party. If it wasn't for Miranda, I wouldn't have been in this stink hole but she'd insisted that this party would be beneficial for my health. More like, she needed someone to be her wingman so she could try and take a crack at Cassius.

Cassius was the most popular guy in our school but I hated him and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't successfully explain to Miranda that it wouldn't matter what she did tonight, he probably wouldn't remember tomorrow due to the amount of alcohol consumption during the party. I also tried to convince her that we should stay home and study for the tests we both had tomorrow.

Of course, she didn't listen to me.

Now I was lost in a crowd, without any clue as to her location.

I eventually fell into a barstool and was tempted to bang my head against the ring-stained, wooden bench-top. A barman came towards me flashing me a toothy smile with his perfectly straight, perfectly white, teeth. Hmm… I thought as I watched him walk purposefully towards me. His black hair was spiked in a mohawk. His emerald eyes sparkled mischievously. His white singlet hung loosely off his defined chest. His denim jeans hung low on his hips.

He smirked as he caught me checking him out. I smirked back, clearly interested in what he had to offer.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked.

"A name, a number and a Jacks 'n' Dry," I replied, flashing him a smile.

"Quinton," he fetched me my drink from under the bench. He put the bottle on the countertop and placed the bottle opener on the lid. A hiss escaped the bottle signifying it being open and he slid the bottle across the counter, which I caught and took a sip of without breaking eye contact with him.

"Do you have a last name Quinton?" I took another sip.

"Do you have a first?" he asked.

"Touché," I look around the room, wondering why a party for a seventeen year old had its own bar and dance floor.

He continued to look at me expectantly.

I placed my drink down, "Jinx."

He laughed lightly, "And I thought my name was rare."

I shot him a nasty look, lifting the bottle to take another sip of the alcohol.

He grinned again, "Well, Jinx…" He leaned in closer, "I only give my last name and number to those I like."

"And you don't like me?" I asked with a pout.

He laughed before someone plopped down into the seat next to me.

"Scotch on the Rocks, thanks," a familiar voice said, a little too loudly, next to me.

She bumped my shoulder and whined to me as Quinton made her the drink she ordered and passed it over.

"I can't find him, Jinx!"

"How many times do I have to explain this to you Miranda! I mean, what are you going to do when you actually find him?"

"Good point," she said looking across the dance floor filled with endless drunk people, who most, if not all, were under the age of eighteen and not even legal drinking age.

I watched Quinton walk off to serve another customer with an amused grin. I looked down on the counter to see a white napkin sitting there. On was written, "0496765012 Quinton Marcellus but you can all me Quin". I smirked and looked over at him as I pocketed the napkin.

"So what do we do now then?" I asked as she picked up her drink.

"Get hammered?" she asked as she titled her head at me.

Quin winked at me as I replied, "Sounds like a plan!"

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