In a heartbeat

- Swayer's POV -After the last hour of school | hopped onto my motorcycle and zoomed off towards the fighting warehouse. This was the place where | could clear my mind.Today had been a busy day of girls constantly throwing themselves at me and kissing my ass. | had gotten so used to the fact that | was simply irresistible.But what disturb me the most is that new girl, she is different, Her aura is different and she is like a closed book I am dying to read. She isn't like some other girl at the school throwing themselves at me, she is different and it feels like my charms have almost no effect on her. She fascinate me with every action of her and now, I just want to clear my head...My hands were aching to punch something and let all my stress out. | had walked in ready to relax when a sight | saw made me stop.Penelope punched Henry right in the jaw and then in the groin. | winced myself and stared in awe and confusion."She cou

Penelope's POVAfter taking a shower, brushing my hair, and then applying on some mascara and eyeliner, | stood in front of my closet, just staring. The weather said it would be chilly, what a surprise, so | picked out a dark maroon colored shirt with a black leather jacket. | pulled on some light jeans and vans, then went to grab my phone. | looked to see there was a message from an unknown number. Unknown: hey sweetie, you ready for tonight? ;) - Swayer | wondered how the heck he got my number. Penelope: how'd you get this number?? Swayer: | have my ways... Penelope: ok? And yeah, I'm pumped! Swayer: alright then babe, see you in a few ') | chuckled and slid the phone into my back pocket. | checked the time and it read 6:47. Crap, | had to get there soon. Running down the stairs, | came to a halt w

"Ingrid Thatcher. Thank you so much for saving me. Really, it means the world to me." She said.| smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. | wouldn't let some lunatic get away without a fight." "Where did you learn how to?" she asked. "In California, my old home. My dad taught me part time and | got really interested. If you want you can come by and-" She shook her head furiously. "Oh no, | mean, | can't do that. | hate fighting, especially watching it. That's why it took me a while to build up the courage to smack the guy in the head with your sandwich..." she looked down at the smashed lunch in the plastic bag she was carrying. "Sorry about your sandwich." She apologized. | waved it off. "No problem. Your life was more important anyways. Don't worry about it." She thanked me and her cellphone rang. Ingrid looked at the caller, listened to the other end, and told me that she had to get

Penelope's POV| looked around, astounded by the amount of flowers covering the meadow-like clearing. | looked over Swayer's shoulder and saw a crystal clear pond. "Wow." | whispered and Swayer turned around to glance at me with a grin on his face. The dirt road stopped at the edge of the pond. Swayer and | hopped off and | speedily walked to the pond. | stopped when | saw small twinkling lights hovering over the water. Fireflies. | reached out to grab one and lost my footing, but Swayer's arms pulled me back before | fell face first into the water. My body was turned back towards him and my chest was pressed up against his. Our breathing was shallow and my nose was mere inches away from his. | looked into his deep brown eyes and felt a tug towards his lips. | looked away and gently pulled myself out of his arms, immediately blushing. "How did you fin

After a while.Penelope's POVSo here | was, massaging Swayer's shoulder while he sat on the couch with a bowl of cheetoh puffs. | was currently standing behind the couch, wishing | could take a break from this pretty exhausting work. "Catch." Swayer said and before | could comprehend what was happening he threw a cheetoh puff in my face. It whacked me in the forehead and | stopped my hands and just stood there with my eyes closed and mouth in a straight line. | breathed in slowly and calmed myself from his laughter. Oh how | wanted to suddenly massage his neck. With my hands. Very, very, tightly. "You have a little cheese right there..." Swayer pointed to my forehead and chuckled lightly. "You won't be laughing when | strangle you to death in your sleep." | said. "Here." He sat up from the couch and leaned over the back. His fingers slowly brushed off the cheese dust from my forehead and