When You Took My Heart With You (Book 1) PUBLISHED

CHAPTER ONE (1997)

BE SURE TO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE THIS CHAPTER.
Very important!

This book is based on true events. Some characters are real; some are not. Some have traits of someone I may have known. Some are true, but their story is not completely true. The names of the characters are not real for privacy reasons. Most of Kayla's experiences either happened at a later or different time or it didn't happen at all. Some events are true, but exaggerated at the same time; some events are not true at all. There are real situations, sayings, phrases, places, actions, friendships, relationships, etc. Unfortunately, you won't know what's true and what's not, I had to make a story out of it to keep it interesting, but you can certainly ask me if you'd like. Thanks for stopping by. I really appreciate your support!😊

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KAYLA

Alyson was always late for everything. She would be late to her own funeral if she had control over it. I had no recollection of her being on time for anything, and we've been friends for ten years.

"I could've sworn you said an hour." I opened Alyson's car door getting in. She told me to be ready in an hour, but it's been two.

"Funny!" I could tell Alyson wasn't in the mood for sarcasm. "My mom wanted me to pick her up some food first. I don't understand why she can never ask Jenny or Sal, her other children! They are such lazy fucks!"

Alyson cursed a lot. A few months back, while driving through upstate New York, we were bored, so we decided to play a game. The whole drive, all we said was the word, fuck. The rules of the game were to say it at least one time in each sentence and whoever lost had to scream out the window, fuck me loud enough so people in the neighborhood and in other cars could hear us. I lost, of course, and the word kind of stuck with Alyson, not to mention all the other curse words too.

"So, who's this guy throwing the party?" I asked, looking for a CD to play.

"A guy from school, his name is Jake Gaetano. He's pretty popular, so I'm sure there will be a lot of hotties there."

Alyson enjoyed social gatherings. She had a certain way about her. She always knew what to say and when to say it. She spoke very well when she had to, and she was excellent with her vocabulary. She was very smart and witty—the guys loved it. Her natural curls fell to the middle of her back, though most of the time, she straightened it. Although she would change her hair color to all different types of colors out of boredom, her natural color was a shade of red. Alyson was beautiful. She was known for having a little junk in the trunk, which was a trademark, she embraced. She was five-foot-four, one hundred and twenty pounds, with a pear-shaped figure, but she thought she was fat.

On the other hand, I was five foot six, one hundred and twenty-five pounds, with more of an hourglass figure. My naturally blonde hair was long, straight, surrounding big light brown eyes and brows.

We were both told that we were hot. Alyson knew she was, but me? I wasn't so convinced.

"For your sake, let's hope so. You need to get laid! You've been pms'ing all week!" I stressed to Aly inserting a CD.

"No kidding. I can use some hot sex."

Alyson wasn't kidding. Having lost her virginity at the age of sixteen, she wasn't a slut, but she did like to get down and dirty with her selected guys.

"What about you? Maybe someone will pop your cherry tonight?" When Alyson said that, our favorite song came on the speaker. I turned up the volume, and we both put our arms up in the air, dancing to the rhythm in the car, ignoring Alyson's last question.

I had no intentions of having sex at the party or anytime soon.

Let me concentrate on one cherry-poppin' event at a time, and that's the kissing cherry.

We all know that's not going to happen in the near future, either.

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