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if any of us stands a chance with a guy like him.
Tiffany
     
    Julie slammed her computer shut and crawled
into bed. The thought of her two best friends talking to him left
her unsettled. On one hand, she often daydreamed about Trucker and
her together. Them riding down a back road taking in the scenery.
Then his eyes would pop into her head, and she worried about where
a trip with him would take her. It didn’t matter anyway, Tiffany
was correct - none of them stood a chance with him. Though out of
the three, Julie was the least likely to attract a guy like him.
Tori was the beauty of the group. She was petite, perky, and very
athletic. She had long blond hair and was very tan; a perfect
Barbie for an unbelievable Ken. Tiffany was the sweetest of the
three. She had dark brown perfectly wavy hair, unlike Julie’s that
was one big mound of curls. Tiffany also had the cutest, round
face, that a smile was always plastered onto.
     
    Dear Diary,
    Hey!! Yes, I am still thinking about him.
Going through every possibility in my weak, feeble mind. He asked
about me today, but do I really want him asking at all? At least
tomorrow is the beginning of my college days. Tiffany, whose mom
works in the local community college’s attendance office, checked,
and no new student by the name of Trucker had registered. Which I
completely understood. Who would want to start backwoods’ junior
college? I’m sure a state party school is more his speed.
     
    “Julie, you might want to turn in early. I
can’t believe you start college tomorrow,” Dan, her dad, said,
interrupting her thoughts. “I wished we could afford to send you to
state.” He walked up behind her and kissed the top of her head.
    “Love you, Daddy. Let me finish up with
this.” Julie held up and shook her diary.
    Dan’s slouch was getting more pronounced.
Julie’s heart ached as he walked away. Where she went to college
was the least of her concerns. Her dad was going to die a young man
if he didn’t stop working so hard and start taking care of himself.
The thought was too much for her. If something were to happen to
either of her parents, it would kill her.
     
    Here’s to a great year. Something tells me
this year will be different than I even imagined.
    Julie Danielle Emison
     

Chapter 2
     
    I feel like a sick, rabid wolf stalking a
sweet, unsuspecting kitten. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop
myself. A simple touch, an unprovoked smile, the sweet smell of her
blood, all keeps me coming back for more. I’m so tired of hurting.
I’m especially tired of hurting the ones I love. I know what I
need. I need her, the sweet and angelic Julie. Until I can have
her, I will try to hold onto the last piece of humanity I have.
Truck
     
    Trucker’s already oversensitive nerves had
been in hyper drive the last few weeks. He had been unable to leave
Julie alone. Each time he was near her, his yearning for her grew.
Watching her fears heighten every moment they were together, he
started following her from a distance. He had to make sure she was
safe. He was always out of her earshot and eyesight, but she was
always well in his. He wasn’t stalking her, exactly. Being near her
was the only thing keeping him together.
    Julie was always with the same three people.
She kept her shield up to the world but let it slip in their
presence. He loved watching her hang with them. Every time she let
out one of her heavenly laughs; he couldn’t help but wonder if she
thought of him. He dreamed of making her happy, seeing her smile,
and knowing that smile was meant for him. Damn, he loved that
laugh. Trucker shook his head, knowing he didn’t make her happy and
doubted he even could. That fact kept him up at night.
     
    I’ve watched her every day. My black soul
basks in her virtuous light. I sometimes can’t believe how many
changes one smile can make, but Julie’s smile has changed me
completely. My sweet angel loves to sit out in the yard and read. I
feel guilty for