At First Sight

by Nicholas Sparks

  The business was moderately successful, enough to provide for the family but never much more than that. Like many of the better students in her graduating class, until a few months before graduation she'd expected to attend Rutgers. She'd applied to Wake Forest on a whim because her guidance counselor had suggested it, but never in a million years could she have afforded it, nor did she really know much about the place beyond the beautiful photos that were posted on the university's website. But surprising no one more than her, Wake Forest had come through with a scholarship that covered tuition, and in August Sophia had boarded the bus in New Jersey, bound for a virtually unknown destination where she'd spend much of the next four years.

  It had been a great decision, at least from an educational standpoint. Wake Forest was smaller than Rutgers, which meant the classes were, too, and the professors in the Art History Department were passionate about teaching. She'd already had one interview for an internship at the Denver Art Museum--and no, they hadn't asked a thing about her role at Chi Omega--which she thought had gone well, but she hadn't heard back yet. Last summer, she'd also managed to save enough to buy her first car. It wasn't much--an eleven-year-old Toyota Corolla with more than a hundred thousand miles on the engine, a dent in the rear door, and more than a few scrapes--but for Sophia, who'd grown up walking or riding the bus everywhere, it was liberating to be able to come and go as she pleased.

  At the railing, she grimaced. Well, except for tonight, anyway. But that was her fault. She could have driven, but...

  Why did Brian have to come here tonight? What did he think was going to happen? Did he honestly believe that she'd forget what he'd done to her--not once or twice, but three times? That she'd take him back just as she had previously?

  The thing was, she didn't even miss him. She wasn't going to forgive him, and if he hadn't been following her, she doubted she'd be thinking about him at all. Yet he was still able to ruin her night, and that bothered her. Because she was allowing it to happen. Because she was giving him that power over her.

  Well, not anymore, she decided. She'd head back inside and hang with Marcia and Ashley and those Duke boys, and so what if Brian found her and wanted to talk? She'd simply ignore him. And if he tried to interfere with her good time? Well, she might even kiss one of the guys to make sure he knew she had moved on, period.

  Smiling at the image, she turned from the railing, bumping into someone and almost losing her balance.

  "Oh... excuse me," she said automatically as she reached out to brace herself. As her hand met his chest and she looked up, she felt a burst of recognition and she recoiled.

  "Whoa," Brian said, catching her by the shoulders.

  By then, she'd regained her balance and she assessed the situation with a sickening sense of predictability. He'd found her. They were face-to-face and alone together. Everything she'd been trying to avoid since the breakup. Great.

  "Sorry about sneaking up on you like that." Like Marcia's, his words were slurred, which didn't surprise her--Brian never missed an opportunity to tie one on. "I didn't find you at the tables, and I had a hunch that you might be out here--"

  "What do you want, Brian?" she demanded, cutting him off.

  He flinched visibly at her tone. But as always, he recovered quickly. Rich people--spoiled people--always did.

  "I don't want anything," he said, tucking one hand into the pocket of his jeans. When he staggered slightly, she realized he was well on his way to being falling-down drunk.

  "Then why are you here?"

  "I saw you out here all alone and thought I'd come over to make sure you were doing okay." He cocked his head, trying on his "I'm so wholesome" routine, but his bloodshot eyes undermined his efforts.

  "I was fine until you got here."

  He raised an eyebrow. "Wow. That's harsh."

  "I have to be. You've been following me like a stalker."

  He nodded, acknowledging the truth of her words. And, of course, to show that he accepted her disdain. He could probably star in a video entitled How to Get Your Ex-Girlfriend to Forgive You... Again.

  "I know," he offered, right on cue. "I'm sorry about that."

  "Are you?"

  He shrugged. "I didn't want it to end the way it did... and I just wanted to tell you how ashamed I am about everything that happened. You didn't deserve it and I don't blame you for ending it. I realize that I've been..."

  Sophia shook her head, already tired of listening to him. "Why are you doing this?"

  "Doing what?"

  "This," she said. "This whole phony show. Coming out here, pretending to be so abject and apologetic. What do you want?"

  Her question seemed to catch him off guard. "I'm just trying to say sorry--"

  "For what?" she asked. "For cheating on me for the third time? Or for lying to me ever since I've known you?"

  He blinked. "Come on, Sophia," he said. "Don't be like this. I don't have any kind of agenda--really. I just don't want you to go through the whole year feeling like you have to avoid me. We've been through too much for that."

  Despite the occasional slurring, he sounded almost credible. Almost. "You don't get it, do you?" She wondered if he honestly thought she'd forgive him. "I know I don't have to avoid you. I want to avoid you."

  He stared at her, plainly confused. "Why are you acting like this?"

  "Are you kidding?"

  "After you broke up with me, I knew I'd made the biggest mistake of my life. Because I need you. You're good for me. You make me a better person. And even if we can't be together, I'd like to think we could get together and talk sometime. Just talk. The way we used to. Before I screwed things up."

  She opened her mouth to reply, but his bravado left her speechless. Did he really think she'd fall for this again?

  "Come on," he said, reaching for her hand. "Let's get a drink and talk. We can work through this--"

  "Don't touch me!" Her voice rang out sharply.

  "Sophia..."

  She slid farther down the railing, away from him. "I said don't touch me!"

  For the first time, she glimpsed a flash of anger in his expression as he lunged for her wrist. "Calm down..."

  She yanked her arm, trying to free it. "Let go of me!"

  Instead, he drew close enough for her to smell the stale beer on his breath. "Why do you always have to make such a scene?" he demanded.

  As she struggled to break free, she looked up at him and felt a cold blade of fear. This wasn't a Brian she recognized. His brow was furrowed, almost wrinkled, his jaw ropy and distended. She froze, leaning away from his hot, labored breath. Later, she would recall only how paralyzed with fear she was, until she heard the voice behind her.

  "You need to let her go," the voice said.

  Brian looked over and back to her again, squeezing harder. "We're just talking," he said, his teeth clenched, the muscle in his jaw flexing.

  "It doesn't look like you're just talking to me," the voice said. "And I'm not asking you to let her go. I'm telling you."

  There was no mistaking the warning in the tone, but unlike the adrenaline-charged exchanges she'd sometimes witnessed at the frat houses, this stranger's voice sounded calm.

  It was a beat before Brian even registered the threat, but he clearly wasn't intimidated. "I've got it handled. Why don't you mind your own business?"

  "Last chance," came the voice. "I don't want to have to hurt you. But I will."

  Too nervous to turn around, Sophia couldn't help noticing bystanders outside the barn beginning to turn their way. From the corner of her eye, she watched two men rise from the tractor tire and start toward them; another pair pushed off a section of the railing, their hats shadowing their faces as they approached.

  Brian's bloodshot eyes flickered toward them, then he glared over Sophia's shoulder at the man who had just spoken. "What? You calling in your friends now?"

  "I don't need them to deal with you," the stranger said, his voice even.

  At the comment, Bri
an pushed Sophia aside, releasing the viselike grip on her arm. He turned and took a step toward the voice. "You seriously want to do this?"

  When she turned, it was easy to understand the reason for Brian's swagger. Brian was six and a half feet tall and over two hundred pounds; he worked out at the gym five times a week. The guy who'd threatened him was more than half a foot shorter and wiry; he wore a cowboy hat, though it had definitely seen better days.

  "Go along now," the cowboy said, backing up a step. "There's no reason to make this any worse."

  Brian ignored him. With surprising speed, he lunged toward the smaller man, his arms wide, intending to take him down. She recognized the move, had watched Brian flatten countless people on the lacrosse field, and knew exactly what was going to happen: He'd lower his head and drive hard with his legs, felling the other man like an axed tree. And yet... while Brian did just what she'd expected, it didn't end the way she'd seen it happen before. As Brian closed in, the man kept one leg in place as he leaned to the opposite side, his arms sweeping as he used Brian's momentum to throw him off balance. A moment later, Brian was facedown in the dirt with the smaller man's scuffed cowboy boot on the back of his neck.

  "Just calm down, now," the cowboy said.

  Brian began to struggle beneath the boot, preparing to push himself up, but with a quick hop--while still keeping one boot planted firmly on Brian's neck--the cowboy's other foot slammed down on Brian's fingers, then quickly moved aside. On the ground, Brian retracted his hand and screamed while the boot on his neck pressed down even harder.

  "Stop moving or it's only going to get worse." The cowboy's words were clear and slow, as if he were addressing a dimwit.

  Still stunned by the rapidity of the events, Sophia stared at the cowboy. Recognizing him as the figure she'd noticed standing alone by the railing when she'd first walked out, she noted that he had yet to look at her. Instead, he seemed intent on keeping his boot in the proper place, as if warily pinning a rattlesnake to the canyon floor. Which, in a way, he was.

  On the ground, Brian began to struggle again. Again, his fingers were stomped while the other boot remained fixed on his neck. Brian stifled a wail, his body gradually growing still. Only then did the cowboy look up at Sophia, his blue eyes piercing in the reflected lights outside the barn.

  "If you want to go," he offered, "I'll be glad to hold him for a bit."

  He sounded unconcerned, as if the circumstances were nothing out of the ordinary. As she struggled for an appropriate response, she took in the messy brown hair poking out from beneath his hat and realized that he wasn't much older than her. He looked vaguely familiar, but not because she'd seen him at the railing earlier. She'd seen him somewhere else, maybe inside, but that wasn't quite right. She couldn't put her finger on it.

  "Thanks," she said, clearing her throat. "But I'll be okay."

  As soon as he heard her voice, Brian resumed his struggle; again it ended with Brian jerking his hand back amid howls of pain.

  "You sure?" the cowboy asked. "I'm sensing he's a bit angry."

  That's an understatement, she thought. She had no doubt that Brian was furious. She couldn't suppress the tiniest of smiles.

  "I think he's learned his lesson."

  The cowboy seemed to evaluate her answer. "Maybe you should check with him," he suggested, pushing his hat back on his head. "Just to make sure."

  Surprising herself, she smiled at him before leaning over. "Are you going to leave me alone, Brian?"

  Brian gave a muffled yelp. "Get him off me! I'm going to kill him..."

  The cowboy sighed, putting even more pressure on the back of Brian's neck. This time, Brian's face was pressed hard into the dirt.

  She turned to the cowboy, then back to Brian again. "Is that a yes or a no, Brian?" she asked.

  The cowboy laughed, revealing even white teeth and a boyish grin.

  Although she hadn't noticed it earlier, four other cowboys had surrounded them in the meantime, and Sophia wondered if this whole incident could become any more surreal. She felt as though she'd stumbled onto the set of an old western, and all at once, she realized where she'd seen this cowboy before. Not inside the barn, but earlier, at the rodeo. The one Marcia had called eye candy. The bull rider who'd won it all.

  "You doing okay, Luke?" one of the circle asked. "Need a hand?"

  The blue-eyed cowboy shook his head. "I got it for now. But if he don't stop wiggling, his nose is gonna get broke whether he likes it or not."

  She looked at him. "You're Luke?"

  He nodded. "You?"

  "Sophia."

  He tipped his hat. "Nice to meet you, Sophia." Grinning, he glanced down at Brian again.

  "You gonna leave Sophia alone if I let you up?"

  Defeated, Brian stopped moving. Slowly but surely, the pressure eased off his neck and Brian cautiously turned his head. "Get your boot off my neck!" he grunted, his expression simultaneously surly and fearful.

  Sophia shifted from one foot to the other. "You should probably let him up," she said.

  After a beat, Luke lifted his boot and stepped back. In that instant, Brian leapt to his feet, his body tense. His nose and cheek were scraped, and he had dirt in his teeth. As the circle of other riders tightened, Brian turned from one bull rider to the next, his head swiveling back and forth.

  Though drunk, Brian wasn't stupid, and after glaring at Sophia, he took a step backward. The five cowboys stayed put, appearing not to care one way or the other, but Sophia sensed it was only an illusion. They were prepared for whatever Brian might do, but Brian again took another step backward before pointing at Luke.

  "You and I aren't finished yet," he spat. "You understand that?"

  He let the words hang before focusing on Sophia. There was anger in his expression and betrayal as well, and with that, he turned and started back toward the barn.

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Welcome

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Also by Nicholas Sparks

  Praise for the Novels of #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Nicholas Sparks

  Reading Group Guide

  Discussion Questions

  Preview of Safe Heaven

  Preview of The Longest Ride

  Newsletters

  Copyright

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