For two months he has been visiting the woods, I call him the mystery boy because he is so mysterious. He's about my age, eighteen ...from my observation. He's a De Silva, one royalty knows one another. I am following him again today; he does not know it and I intend to keep it that way (no way am I getting involved with a De Silva!). I hear a crack of twigs breaking beneath my feet-I was up in a tree and of course, I fell-and he turns around pretty fast (but not fast enough to see me hiding behind the tree). 'Who's there?' I can hear his footsteps... as he comes closer I know it's no use to try escape. He comes up from behind me and I spin around right into... the most handsome and hottest guy on earth!

'Hello, miss', his voice is practically vibrating inside me from head to toe! I couldn't respond or even move, his green eyes were so hypnotising. 'I'm Novello Hugo De Silva, but please, call me Hugo', he said while kissing my left hand. 'Hi, I'm Rosella Angel Destiny, I go by Angel', was my response when I finally came back to earth, not to mention blushing. Then he gave me a heart-stopping smile...which made me blush delightfully and I knew from that moment on that we would be seeing each other a lot more and that there is no way that I would be able to keep any secrets from him...even the darkest one. "Why are you stalking me Miss Destiny?" he asked. "Me? I'm not stalking you...I'm just-" "Following me?" he interrupted me with a grin on his face. I wanted to slap that grin of his face so badly; I would've done it if he wasn't so gorgeous! "No! I was just walking the same path as you were!" "While falling out of trees? I don't think so, Miss Destiny.", said Hugo. "I happened to like tree climbing and stop calling me 'miss Destiny'!" , I was practically crying now, yes I was following him but only because I thought it was odd that he was visiting the woods! "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you and as for calling you 'Miss Destiny', I am simply being polite." "Sorry", I squeaked, "It's just a really long time since I've talked to people..." "Really? How long?", he asked quite surprised. "Um...f-five years" I mumbled. "Look I really have to get going...hope to see you again soon!" Soon after that, I was racing back to my two-story house without looking back once, even when he called me by my first name. 'Tomorrow', I thought. 'Tomorrow I'll begin packing my stuff and get out of here by noon.' Or so I thought...