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Awakening
Chapter One
The day I met Coulter Smith was simple enough. Sunny, blue skies, a wispy summer wind rolling in. Before Coulter, everything was simple. It was my eighteenth birthday and I was just outside, catching some air before my huge party that night at the country club. I was just there, sitting on the steps on my porch, gazing out into the street, wondering what the night would bring. Coulter interrupted my daydream.
“Excuse me Miss, do you have a light?” He had a noticeable Southern accent, blondish brown rebellious hair and a tan. What a daydream.
“No, I don’t smoke. You shouldn’t either.”
“Maybe that was just my pickup line.”
“Bet it was.”
“I’m Coulter, Coulter Matthews. I just moved in from Tennessee. What’s your name?”
“Hailey, Hailey St. James.”
He extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Miss St. James.”
I shook it. “Hailey, please. Miss St. James is for my older sister Charlotte.”
“Then it is nice to meet you, Hailey. But do you have a match or anything? I really do need a light.” He laughed. A Southern laugh. I liked it.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But as long as you are standing on my walkway you won’t be smoking.”
“I like your attitude.”
“Thank you.” I blushed, a slight peachy color in contrast to my milky, but slightly tan skin.
“So how old are you Miss Hailey?”
“Eighteen today. How about yourself?”
“Nineteen tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Nope. Twenty in two weeks, I’ve been nineteen for awhile.”
“Really now? Are you in college?”
“Nope.”
My stomach churned at the thought. “So what do you do?”
“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.”
“I see.” I said rather uncomfortably.
He noticed my tone and tried to explain, “I ran a bookstore back home, then I became manager at a restaurant, and I was a teller at a bank.”
“Why didn’t you stay?”
“At which one?”
“Any of them.”
“They just didn’t suit me.”
“I see.”
“Yeah. So what are you doing outside here on a sunny day just sitting on the porch?”
“Pondering.”
“What about?”
“My party tonight.” Oh no. I shouldn’t have said anything, now it would be rude to not invite him. “At Wilmington Country Club. Would you like to come?”
“Is it a formal or casual?”
“Formal.”
“I can’t say I would have anything acceptable to wear in that case Miss St. James.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You shouldn’t, it’s true.”
“Well, what do you have?”
“I have a few pairs of jeans, swim trunks, khakis, some button downs, mostly tee shirts and beaters.”
“Okay, wear the khakis with the button down shirt on top of a beater. It’ll work.”
“I don’t know, Hailey.”
“I do. You should come. It’s my party after all.”
Now he was sitting uncomfortably. “I actually just moved into the neighborhood with my older brother Emerson.”
“Emerson Matthews? I think I know him! Tall, skinny, reddish-brown hair?”
“That would be Emerson, the one and only.” He laughed that wonderful Southern laugh again.
“He’s married to, oh no I forget. Wait, a tiny blonde woman with a little daughter. Amanda, I think?”
He laughed again. Maybe I gave such crude impressions to hear that laugh. “That would be his wife Amanda and their two-year-old daughter Ella, although you are right, Amanda is tiny for such a big mouth.” He laughed again with a smile that showed off his pearly whites.
I smiled back with a grin that held back a boisterous girly laugh he was about to incur. “You know what, Coulter; I am just beginning to like you.”
“Well that’s surprising. Hailey, I’ve liked you since I saw you sitting on your porch.” He smiled a devilish grin. I was becoming slightly addicted to that smile.
I blushed, deeper than the previous peach shade, a more rosy color. I stared into his eyes, his icy blue eyes, and saw something. Something that made me want to look closer, but it had no name or title. Something just sort of clicked.
“So how about it? 8:00 tonight, Wilmington Country Club, slightly formal dress. For my birthday?” I begged.
“Alright, no promises, but I’ll see what I can do.” He smiled the smile that said he would make it, no matter if the world stopped or not.
“Thank you.” I smiled sweetly.
A blue car pulled into my driveway, a BMW, what model, I couldn’t tell, but I knew exactly who it was.
“Hailey!” A bright, peppy voice called from the opening door.
“Allison!” I leapt up off my porch. “Coulter, come down, you just have to meet Allison! She’s my best friend!”
“Okay.” He smiled sheepishly.
Allison burst out of the car like a bat out of hell, wearing oversized Chanel shades, a tailored designer outfit, most likely a Monique Lhuillier , an oversized purse, va-voom blonde hair, and clutching desperately two venti cups of Starbucks. Out of the passenger door, Isabella came out, wearing a pair of jeans and a long babydoll halter with oversized shades as well, her dark hair swept into a bun, clutching a venti cup as well with yet another oversized purse.
“Oh, and Coulter, this is my other best friend Izzy, short for Isabella. Allison, Isabella, this is Coulter Matthews. He just moved in down the street.”
“How do you do, ladies?” Coulter smiled and said hello.
“Good. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Allison Dupree. And Hailey, here is some coffee girl!” She smiled me and handed me my coffee.
“It’s nice to meet you Allison. And you as well.” Indicating toward Isabella.
“I’m Isabella Magdalena Fantomeniti. It’s a pleasure to meet you Coulter.”
“You too Isabella. I really should be going Hailey, it appears you have a lot to attend to before your party. I’ll see you there at 8?”
“It sounds wonderful. I look forward toward seeing you there. You really don’t have to leave though Coulter.”
“No it’s all right, I’ll see you tonight though. Nice to meet you both.” He waved and headed back down the street.
Awakening
Chapter One
The day I met Coulter Smith was simple enough. Sunny, blue skies, a wispy summer wind rolling in. Before Coulter, everything was simple. It was my eighteenth birthday and I was just outside, catching some air before my huge party that night at the country club. I was just there, sitting on the steps on my porch, gazing out into the street, wondering what the night would bring. Coulter interrupted my daydream.
“Excuse me Miss, do you have a light?” He had a noticeable Southern accent, blondish brown rebellious hair and a tan. What a daydream.
“No, I don’t smoke. You shouldn’t either.”
“Maybe that was just my pickup line.”
“Bet it was.”
“I’m Coulter, Coulter Matthews. I just moved in from Tennessee. What’s your name?”
“Hailey, Hailey St. James.”
He extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Miss St. James.”
I shook it. “Hailey, please. Miss St. James is for my older sister Charlotte.”
“Then it is nice to meet you, Hailey. But do you have a match or anything? I really do need a light.” He laughed. A Southern laugh. I liked it.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But as long as you are standing on my walkway you won’t be smoking.”
“I like your attitude.”
“Thank you.” I blushed, a slight peachy color in contrast to my milky, but slightly tan skin.
“So how old are you Miss Hailey?”
“Eighteen today. How about yourself?”
“Nineteen tomorrow.”
“Really?”
“Nope. Twenty in two weeks, I’ve been nineteen for awhile.”
“Really now? Are you in college?”
“Nope.”
My stomach churned at the thought. “So what do you do?”
“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.”
“I see.” I said rather uncomfortably.
He noticed my tone and tried to explain, “I ran a bookstore back home, then I became manager at a restaurant, and I was a teller at a bank.”
“Why didn’t you stay?”
“At which one?”
“Any of them.”
“They just didn’t suit me.”
“I see.”
“Yeah. So what are you doing outside here on a sunny day just sitting on the porch?”
“Pondering.”
“What about?”
“My party tonight.” Oh no. I shouldn’t have said anything, now it would be rude to not invite him. “At Wilmington Country Club. Would you like to come?”
“Is it a formal or casual?”
“Formal.”
“I can’t say I would have anything acceptable to wear in that case Miss St. James.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You shouldn’t, it’s true.”
“Well, what do you have?”
“I have a few pairs of jeans, swim trunks, khakis, some button downs, mostly tee shirts and beaters.”
“Okay, wear the khakis with the button down shirt on top of a beater. It’ll work.”
“I don’t know, Hailey.”
“I do. You should come. It’s my party after all.”
Now he was sitting uncomfortably. “I actually just moved into the neighborhood with my older brother Emerson.”
“Emerson Matthews? I think I know him! Tall, skinny, reddish-brown hair?”
“That would be Emerson, the one and only.” He laughed that wonderful Southern laugh again.
“He’s married to, oh no I forget. Wait, a tiny blonde woman with a little daughter. Amanda, I think?”
He laughed again. Maybe I gave such crude impressions to hear that laugh. “That would be his wife Amanda and their two-year-old daughter Ella, although you are right, Amanda is tiny for such a big mouth.” He laughed again with a smile that showed off his pearly whites.
I smiled back with a grin that held back a boisterous girly laugh he was about to incur. “You know what, Coulter; I am just beginning to like you.”
“Well that’s surprising. Hailey, I’ve liked you since I saw you sitting on your porch.” He smiled a devilish grin. I was becoming slightly addicted to that smile.
I blushed, deeper than the previous peach shade, a more rosy color. I stared into his eyes, his icy blue eyes, and saw something. Something that made me want to look closer, but it had no name or title. Something just sort of clicked.
“So how about it? 8:00 tonight, Wilmington Country Club, slightly formal dress. For my birthday?” I begged.
“Alright, no promises, but I’ll see what I can do.” He smiled the smile that said he would make it, no matter if the world stopped or not.
“Thank you.” I smiled sweetly.
A blue car pulled into my driveway, a BMW, what model, I couldn’t tell, but I knew exactly who it was.
“Hailey!” A bright, peppy voice called from the opening door.
“Allison!” I leapt up off my porch. “Coulter, come down, you just have to meet Allison! She’s my best friend!”
“Okay.” He smiled sheepishly.
Allison burst out of the car like a bat out of hell, wearing oversized Chanel shades, a tailored designer outfit, most likely a Monique Lhuillier , an oversized purse, va-voom blonde hair, and clutching desperately two venti cups of Starbucks. Out of the passenger door, Isabella came out, wearing a pair of jeans and a long babydoll halter with oversized shades as well, her dark hair swept into a bun, clutching a venti cup as well with yet another oversized purse.
“Oh, and Coulter, this is my other best friend Izzy, short for Isabella. Allison, Isabella, this is Coulter Matthews. He just moved in down the street.”
“How do you do, ladies?” Coulter smiled and said hello.
“Good. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Allison Dupree. And Hailey, here is some coffee girl!” She smiled me and handed me my coffee.
“It’s nice to meet you Allison. And you as well.” Indicating toward Isabella.
“I’m Isabella Magdalena Fantomeniti. It’s a pleasure to meet you Coulter.”
“You too Isabella. I really should be going Hailey, it appears you have a lot to attend to before your party. I’ll see you there at 8?”
“It sounds wonderful. I look forward toward seeing you there. You really don’t have to leave though Coulter.”
“No it’s all right, I’ll see you tonight though. Nice to meet you both.” He waved and headed back down the street.