Jake's POV
Three years earlier....
Luke nudges my arm, forcing me to look up at him, "Hot chick, eight o'clock." He whispers in my ear.
I let my book down to look at her. All the air is forced out of my lungs when I lay eyes on her. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and even if I said more, it wouldn't do her justice.
"Okay, I know she is hot, but when she sees you drooling and looking at her like that, she won't look at you." He laughs, and I want to look away but I can't. I am transfixed.
She is tracing the shelf with the tip of her finger, her eyes scanning the titles of the books, looking for a specific one. Her hair is soft brown, like the bark of an oak tree, not really dark, but gentle on the light. Her eyes are the type of brown that is like sweet chocolate, so
