That Kiss Taste Like Summer.

His athletic shorts clung nicely to his legs,his shirt lined in sweat, his spiky hair in a messy disarray, and I long to know him. He is the furthest thing from my type. He was the class clown, and i was just me, shy awkward me. But in that moment when his brown eyes locked with mine, I said 'Fuck it' and smiled.

As they begin to fall how far will Jaime go find her when she goes missing?