Torn (Torn Series)
Chapter One
First Sight
My friends often tell me that I would be late for my own funeral. As I heard someone knocking on my dorm door, I rolled over and glanced at the clock. My eyes widened at the time and I scrambled out of bed thinking they’re probably right. I ran to the door and threw it open, only to see my best friend Logan staring at me with amusement on his face.
“Good morning Chloe, I see you’re going to make us late as usual.”
Logan was one of the most attractive guys I had ever seen. With his sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and ripped body, he’s every woman’s wet dream. The fact that he was one of the sweetest people I knew just gave him extra points. I had no doubt that he would have several women chasing after him once they noticed him around campus.
“Oh my God, I can’t even be on time for our first day!” I shouted as I made my way around my room hunting for something to wear. I quickly found an old pair of jeans and a black Stone Sour tee I had thrown down beside my bed. I ripped my pajamas off and threw them on my bed before jumping into my jeans and shirt.
“Well at least you had on underwear and a bra before you did that,” Logan mumbled, staring at me with a devilish look in his eyes.
“Very funny Logan, it’s not like you’ve never seen me in a bikini. Underwear and a bra are pretty much the same thing.”
I rushed over to my dresser and grabbed my brush, running it through my hair before pulling it into a low ponytail to keep it out of my face. It was a good thing I wasn’t the type of girl who messed with makeup much, or we really would have been late. With my blonde hair, blue eyes, and blemish free fair skin, I was often referred to as a porcelain doll by my friends. Not that I was pretty, just average enough to blend in with every other female out there, at least that was my opinion anyway.
The only thing that could possibly make me stand out on a campus full of thousands of blonde girls was what my other best friend Amber liked to refer to as my “Blonde Rocker Chick Look”. While most girls around here wore the cute pink look or the camo look, I preferred to take a darker approach to life. My wardrobe tended to lean toward the darker side, almost every shirt I owned had some kind of Rock band on the front and I had both my ears gauged out slightly. My hands were usually covered in rings and I felt naked if I didn’t have at least five rubber bracelets on each wrist. I liked my look, but Amber had always insisted I scared more men away with it than she could count.
I grabbed my bag off the desk and headed out the door, locking it behind me.
“Seriously Logan, I am so sorry. I was sure that I would be up on time today, I guess I didn’t hear my alarm clock again.”
He looked over at me and grinned, “I wouldn’t expect anything less of you. The fact we managed to end up in the same dorm is probably a blessing. Without me as your unofficial alarm clock you really never would make it to class.”
I linked our arms together as we stepped out of our dorm and headed across campus to our first class. “What would I ever do without you as my hero?”
“Hmmm, I’m going to guess you’d be late every day.”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “Thanks Logan, you’re the best.”
We made it into the building and found our classroom with only a moment to spare. Glancing around the room we found two empty seats in the last row and quickly sat down, hoping the professor at the front of the room wouldn’t notice our almost late arrival. As I sat my bag on the floor, I glanced at the guy sitting next to me and my heart nearly stopped.
I had never seen a man as gorgeous as he was in my entire life. Where Logan was all light and sweet, he was the physical embodiment of the stereotypical bad boy. His hair was so dark it could be considered black, and it hung down into his eyes and around his face in a shaggy yet attractive mess. I couldn’t