Cataline Mercier Wintour had spent her whole life training to be an Olympic athlete, but when a tragic accident lands her and her party-oriented sister, Carson, across the country back in their old childhood home in Cape May, New Jersey. Cat can't help but give up on her dreams, but when she unexpectedly runs into striking, young, Frenchman Archer Corbett Henri Demonte and his group of strange friends her entire world is flipped upside down. Old secrets from the past start to unravel and when Cat becomes entrusted with the secrets of Archer and his friends things start to become a little complicated...


5. Chapter 5

    “So where were you all night?” Carson giggled as she pounced on my bed. I yawned as I stretched my arms and proceeded to smack at my sister who was being an incessant nuisance.

    “No where, go away.” I groaned as I rolled onto my stomach and pulled a pillow over my head.

    “MmHmm. I haven’t seen you come home smiling like that since...well never actually. What did you and Archer do?” I could hear the grin and suggestive tone in her voice as she poked me in the back repeatedly.

    “None of your business, Carson.” I growled becoming incredibly annoyed with my sister.

    “Fine, fine.” She subsided, hopping off my bed, “but you have 15 minutes before we have to leave.”

    This got my attention. I sat up and looked at her through my drowsy eyes and still slightly blurred vision.

    “What?” I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes, trying to clear up my vision.

    “School. It’s Monday.”

    My eyes shot open and I lept off my bed and ran to my closet, throwing on the first clean pair of underwear I could find before throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that I yanked out of a drawer.

    “Why’d you let me sleep so late?!” I shouted, frantically stumbling into my clothes.

    “Figured you could use the extra sleep after last night.” She smirked, winking at me as she skipped out of my room and leaving me alone to finish getting ready.

    Starting school was a nightmare I had been dreading since I moved back here. Don’t get me wrong I loved the school itself, I loved learning and my teachers, but having to start highschool all over again with people I hadn’t seen since I was five years old was terrifying. These kids had already had a year together and established their groups and having to insert myself in a group I didn’t know actually made me die a little bit inside and with no one to turn to except Gran and Carson, who was so rarely going to be around now, I felt completely isolated and alone.

    Within our first two minutes of school Carson and I had already cast our social dice. She walked up to a group of girls and acted like she had known them her entire life, they accepted her into their circle almost immediately. I, on the other hand, went to the main office to collect all the forms I needed to fill out and my schedule. It was the first day and I could already feel myself dreading this whole year.

    Throughout the day I looked down and saw texts from Carson, some complaining about AP Chem, and then there were the texts were she was pretending to be Archer.


    Carson: Send help AP chem is sooooo boring!!

    Carson: I think I might actually kill someone.

    Carson: Hey hot stuff, miss you. ~A


    That’s the one that made me giggle as I typed my response.


Me: I thought I told you to leave me alone you creepy French stalker dude!

    Carson: AS IF! You are totally head over heels for this guy.


    I was just about to put my phone back into my bag when I felt it buzz and an unknown number flashed up on my screen. It was Archer.


    Archer: Can I pick you up from school? ~Archer

    Me: Please! I’m dying of boredom. Also, how’d you get my number?

    Archer: Phone book and maybe I talked to Carson…

    Me: You asked my sister for my number??

    Archer: How else was I supposed to reach you?

    Me: Ask me like a normal person?

    Archer: So I take it you don’t want me to pick you up from school?

    Me: Of course I do!

    Archer: I’ll be outside in five minutes.


    I quickly shoved my phone in my bag and slung it over my shoulder as the bell rang. Sure, I knew skipping school to go out with a guy I barely knew was probably a dumb idea, but my intuition told me I could trust Archer and that I deserved to have a little fun.




    He was waiting for me as I slipped out the side door of the school and hopped over the fence. His sunglasses covered his eyes and his leather, motorcycle jacket was pulled tightly over his upper body, but I recognized the smile. I climbed on to the back of his bike, positioning my bag between my knees as I slipped on the spare helmet.

    “You’re skipping school.” He laughed as he kicked started the bike.

    “And you’re the getaway driver.” I smiled as I wrapped my arms tightly around him and we sped off down the street.

    I didn’t realize how long we were on the road until I opened my eyes and all I saw were the shining, crystalized blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean .

    “You brought me to the beach in the middle of October.” I said blankly, just staring up at him with a look of confusion on my face.

    “I did indeed, but we aren’t swimming. Have you ever been out on a boat in the ocean?” He asked me. I nodded my head, but a lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t tell if it was the fear of being back on a boat again or the memory of my parents’ death, but I was frozen.

    “There’s a ferry coming up to the dock in about two minutes. If you ride it when it’s not so crowded and at the right time of day, the water looks almost transparent and you can see everything in the water. It’s astounding.”

    I took a deep breath as I forced a smile onto my face and let him take my hand and lead me onto the dock. I had to steady myself as we stepped off the dock and onto the boat. I squeezed his hand tightly as the boat started up and took off out into the ocean. I had to admit I was a bit jumpy most of the ride out, especially when Archer’s friend Luc came over to us and clapped me on the shoulder. Archer dropped my hand as he laughed, wrapping Luc in a hug. I could tell the way he acted around Luc, that they weren’t just best friends, Luc was practically his brother.

    “Luc, this is Cat.” Archer smiled as he wrapped his arm around me.

    Luc dipped down and kissed my head, gently.

    “It is a pleasure to meet the girl that has been stealing Archer away from me.” He laughed. I have to admit Luc, as well as most of the people I had seen Archer with was painstakingly beautiful. They were all incredibly attractive and I couldn’t help, but feel slightly inferior to the rest of them, physically. My inferiority was interrupted by the sudden shrill screams of a women. My eyes broke out of their dazed state and turned to see a child, a little boy had fallen into the ocean. Luc and Archer exchanged a quick nod as Archer turned and wrapped me in his arms, shielding me from what happened next. Luc dove into the water and was able to pull the boy back onto the boat, but I couldn’t say the same for Luc. I heard the boat rotor catch his jacket and pull him back under, the crunching of human bone against metal made my ears bleed. I felt my knees buckle and drop to the deck and suddenly I was back in L.A reliving my parents death all over again.

    “Cat. Cat we need to go.” Archer said quickly, his tone was almost inaudible, it sounded like I was listening to him talk and my head was under the water. I felt his arms wrap around me and lift me off the deck, running away from the scene. I wanted to scream and cry and ask him how the hell was he able to just leave his best friend behind, floating dead in the water.  

    “Archer.” I said shakily, trying to calm myself down enough so I could reason with him. Either he didn’t hear me or he was ignoring me as he kept pushing his way through crowds of people that were surrounding the dock trying to catch a glimpse of the body.

    “Archer!” I shouted. That got his attention. He set me down and looked me dead in the eyes, waiting for me to speak again.

    “He was your best friend! How can you just leave him like that?! Torn to pieces and laying dead in the ocean?!”

    “We had to leave. I wanted to avoid being questioned by the police.” His voice was calm, his face hardened, and his expression emotionless. I stared at him, gaping. His best friend was dead and he didn’t want to be questioned by the police. Was he in trouble with the law? Was he a criminal? Was he dangerous? My mind was going and mile a minute, my head was spinning, and thousands of questions raced through my brain. I didn’t even phase back into reality until I felt Archer grip my shoulders tightly. I blinked and stared up at him, dazed.

    “Cat, maybe I should take you home.” He breathed, pushing my hair out of my face as his eyes scanned the streets around us.

    “NO!” I protested as I pushed his hand away. I turned around taking a step forward. The world started to spin and my vision became as I felt being pulled out from under me. My head hit concrete and everything went black.

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