Prologue

The Screaming Girl with the Green Eyes

"Kahlia!" The girl screamed across the open quad in a gutteral growl.

Dean flinched back in shock, clasping his right ear and looked at the girl who had decided to come around the corner to yell out right next to where he was sitting. She appeared from nowhere while he was sitting quietly on the bench seat against the school building wall next to the corner, scaring the bejesus out of him.

"Fuck! Hey, loud mouth! That's quite a growl you have there..." He commented flippantly, yelling out as she flew passed him in a rage.

The girl twirled with surprising grace, her face lighting up with the most devilish smirk, her green eyes sparkling with life as she raised her hands imitating two guns and shot at him.

"Bam! Yeah, better be careful not to piss me off, hot shot!" She pivoted back with a swirl of long golden brown hair and was off running again.

Dean stared at her, shocked speechless, his heart pounding. Those amazing sea green eyes, that fan of hair that let out an amazing scent of coconut and vanilla and that twirl and flash of cheeky tongue as she smirked at him, who was this girl?

Next to him someone laughed. "Ha! Whose your fiesty girlfriend?"

Dean's friend Mark dropped down on the seat next to him, highly amused, as his eyes followed the girl's departure.

"She's not my girlfriend, asshole...managed to scare the fuck out of me!" His expression dropped into a watchful glare as she ran off after someone.

"Ha? Really, that's surprising. I see that glint of interest in your eyes." Mark teased.

Dean's eyes clouded and he looked away, standing up and slinging his satchel over his shoulder to walk across the lawn. "Did you hear her yell out? Shit, that bitch is scary."

"I also heard her sassy reply to you...admit it, you were interested the moment she spoke back to you...no one who knows you would dare to speak back to you like that..."

Dean clucked his tongue. "Hardly..." He rolled his eyes. No, as soon as he had looked into those eyes and inhaled her scent he was interested, not that he was going to let Mark know that. He wondered who she was, he had never seen her before today...and their High School wasn't that big, nor was this town...which meant she was an overseas import.

"She was cute..." Mark breathed, raking a hand through his curly blond locks.

"Shut up!" Dean growled. She was far more than cute...damn it.

Mark's eyes sparkled with amusement at Dean's quick defensive response. "I wonder if she's a cheerleader, with a twirl like that...that was some quick reflexes."

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. "Would you quit it..."

Marc held his fingers up like guns and started shooting at him, laughing his head off. "Pew pew muthafucker..."

He ran off, flinching and ducking as Dean swung his bag out trying to hit him with it.

Dean sighed bitterly. "Shit, I'm not going to live this down for the rest of the damn day..."