'You didn't answer my question,' he asked, holding her gaze in his hypnotic ones. 'Wh... what question?' She was surprised at her own voice, it sounded like of someone else's. She wanted to ask him--which question, there were so many he had asked her tonight. Each one threatening in their own different ways to her sanity. Brandan smiled mysteriously. Not answering her, he instead said something else, 'Don't keep staring at me like that.' His voice was soft. Suddenly, she found herself in some other world. 'W.. why?' She stammered ridiculously. His lips slightly brushed against her, she closed her eyes in anticipation, under the spell of their lips connecting. Sparking were the electricity all over her skin. ''Cause....' He took a step back from her, leaving her cold and she was too lost to do something about it--like leaping closer to him and getting engulfed in the euphoric warmth once again. ''Cause, you will fall in love with me... ' He paused as growling deeply a set of thunders boomed above the skies. Cold wind made her hair dance around. He finally finished his sentence, 'Again.' Rain poured down upon her heavily as if the entire sky was about to break down over her, She opened her eyes against the cold water to see he had lef alreadyt, leaving her to drown into his words, completely. *** They say love's blind. Maybe that's why Emma loved Brandan despite all odds, more than she loved herself but only to find that it wasn't enough. When time and fate decided to be cruel to the utmost, she found herself broken in all the ways possible. Realizing that love wasn't enough, she picked up her ruined self and found a new beginning at the end. But fate had, apparently, some unexpected plans in store. Against all odds, they were meant to face one another once again. But this time, Brandan was a changed man and so was Emma. While one was burnt from the pain, another was burnt from the guilt. And then...

"I said what I said. Let me go!" I tried yanking my arm away, but he just held on tighter. I could feel the cold lockers against my back as he pushed me against them harder. I gave up and glared at him. "That's better," he whispered seductively, letting go of one of my arms only to bring it up to my cheek to gently caress it. His hand was rough, but felt oh so soft. He leaned in even closer. His warm, minty breath fanning over my cheeks, I tried to contain myself. The more near he came, the more my heartbeat increased. I didn't like him-I...couldn't-shouldn't feel like this, yet I did. Evelyn Wright is your popular 16-year-old who finds the attention somewhat annoying. She has switched schools after moving into the neighborhood. Already having her heart broken once, her walls are now built up high and she doesn't plan on letting anyone in. That is, until Alyas Blake, the school's bad boy as well as player comes along. She thinks he's a total jerk until he opens up to her, she finds herself rethinking her feelings for him. ~Alyas Blake & Evelyn Wrights