Love at first sight? Most would say yeah right. It's b******t, especially for a kid in high school. But for me, it was real.
I met her at a rock concert. There I was lost in a crowd, hands in the air and listening to my favorite band, when suddenly all I could see was her out of hundreds of people as if she was standing under a spotlight. I'd never seen anything like her. I knew in that moment I wasn't leaving that place without at least hearing her speak.
So I broke the ice with something we obviously had in common—music.
I never expected for it to lead to parking in the backseat of my truck on a backroad late at night. One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew I owned her virginity. She was mine for a night. Then the summer. And before I knew what was happening, I couldn't stay away. I kept her to myself. Not even my bandmates knew who the girl was that was taking up all of my time.
Then school started back and I found out her real age. I was f****d. Because by that point I was in love. No one could know. Sneaking around was better than not having her at all. But the thing about high school—secrets don't stay secrets for long. Parents have a way of finding out things. And statutory rape charges become very real. My life went from a dream to a nightmare in less than twenty-four hours. Two options were on the table. Either way ruined my life, one just worse than the other. Both drove us apart. I chose the lesser of two evils. I left town. She was off limits in every aspect of the word . . . forever.
Now, years later, I'm still not over her, regardless of how many girls I've been with. Haven't heard from or seen her since the day I left. And with my best friend moving on it's getting harder not to think about her. But true love is like a boomerang—regardless of where you let it go, it always comes back around.
NOTE: PLEASE READ BOOKS 6-8 BEFORE THIS TITLE.