A/N: So the plot isn't very clear on this prologue, but if I do decide to post the first chapter it will get much clearer. Thanks for reading!
Unclaimed -- Prologue
by Kat
Jared rushed through the crowd of people walking on the same sidewalk he did, making him frustrated at how much time it took to take ten steps. I'm late! I'm freaking darn late! Nothing else was on his mind but his boss, sitting on the head chair of the oval table in conference room number five. Jared could even predict his expression: a grumpy one. Mr. Levinstrom was a very impatient man, so leaving him waiting definitely was not the best idea.
Everything had gone wrong that morning. Jared's alarm clock, that was set to half past seven a.m, never played its annoying wake up sound. His eyes flashed open a couple of minutes after eight o'clock.
"Oh my God!" He had shouted, staring at the clock on his modern wood bedside table. He kicked the sheets aside, and jumped out of the design bed. His whole apartment was based on the design concept, having furniture, what some could think, with very modern lines. He slipped into his suit, leaving some creases on the coat due to the rush, and continued the fanzine of getting ready for work, running between the bedroom and the bathroom, mumbling death threats to anything and anyone that would make him later to the 8:30 meeting. Especially threats directed to his alarm clock.
He had missed his ride to the office, and then he tried to catch a cab, but the traffic was impossible. He stared, worried, at his Armani watch, glaring at the minute's pointer slowly passing and the cab wasn't moving. He gave out a few bills to the cab driver, and ran off to the street.
The faces of unknown people passed him quickly, as he pushed his way through the vast sea of people. The office was just three blocks away. He turned left for a short cut, and, to his luck, the street had a quarter of the people the previous one had. He was able to move faster and as he got closer to the street that led to the office, his pace slowed down. He had fifteen minutes. After all, he was going to make it to the meeting in time.
He continued walking, his eyes traveling between the trees with golden and red leaves, early Autumn trees, and the windows of the shops. His pace slowed down as he walked past a pastry, the shop windows full with deliciously good-looking cakes and such. His mouth got wetter, and his stomach did back flips and growled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday's dinner -- a sandwich and an apple, at the office.
His life was restricted to the office. He would even sleep there, if it wasn't against the rules. Sometimes, he only reached his bed after midnight. Jared's life had changed so much! No more parties, hangouts or even going to the movies.
He closed his right hand into a fist, and continued walking. Food would have to wait until the meeting was over. The next building was a house, with a double blue door, that was flashed open.
"But I'm bored!" Jared heard someone complain from inside the building. He continued walking, despite the fact that he believed he had heard that voice somewhere before. That was when he stopped his pace abruptly, emotions and hope filling him, confusing his thoughts. When he put a name to the voice, his heart tripped and fell, missing a beat.
Jared turned swiftly around, running back to the door. His steps were insecure and too quick, he was too confused to walk straight. He stopped by grabbing the door roughly, and panting. The girl leaning over the counter, and the woman behind the counter were staring at him.
Auburn hair, brown eyes. He was right. It was her. Mel! He screamed to himself, his voice apparently failing.
