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The Darkest Light: A Novella – Chapter One: Rude Beginnings

Jessica had been thinking as she headed along the shore. She had not even realized where she was going, until she looked around and felt the sand between her toes. She sighed softly and decided that she may as well rest here. Meanwhile, Felix kicked at the sand around him, tossing up a sand storm in his wake. He hated the sand and started mumbling about how much he hated it, when he spotted a girl alone near the water. He found it curious and since he was bored, he decided to walk pass her, kicking up his little storm of sand. When some sand flew in her direction, Jess quickly looked behind her at the guy. Why was he kicking sand everywhere? It was kind of annoying. She crossed her arms.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Why don’t you breathe?”

He countered easily and paused facing her with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. His muscular build and physical beauty did nothing, but enhance his arrogance and bad boy persona.

“’Cause I don’t have to.”

She replied, which she did not, have to that is. His response obviously did not answer her. It only raised more questions about him to debate.

“Breathing is overrated anyway.”

He shrugged and a weird glint twinkled in his ice cold blue eyes. His chest stayed still however. Never beating…never breathing…He flicked her shoulder with his thumb and forefinger.

“You’re deathly pale.”

He smirked at his own little joke and his tanned skin practically looked oiled up for a photo op. Jess realized that he was not breathing either.

“Yeah, it kinda is.”

Then she sighed, having heard this joke more than once before.

“Oh, really? I had no idea. Better get a tan like you.”

Her voice was emotionless when she said this. Felix wrinkled his brow in irritation and shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans that were surprisingly missing any metallic parts to it.

“I’m not tanned. It’s my skin color. Would you insult someone else for a tan just because they are Gaelic?”

He said this last part as a statement not a question and turned to walk away.

“Anyway, I’ve got a class that I’m late for.”


She shrugged, although she probably would not. She was kind of glad she annoyed this annoying person. She sighed and turned to go to class. She had wasted enough time procrastinating.


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