Chapter 3: Imperfections

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Chapter 3: Imperfections

It's no use trying anymore.

After endlessly tossing and turning all night seeing the first morning rays of sunlight is like the finish line at the end of a race, coming across it signifies it's over. So I take this as my cue to get up. I lazily throw the covers off myself, but not without difficulty since the material has decided to tangle around my legs restricting my movements.

Once free the from the cocoon of bed sheets I make my way out of the room. On my way down to the kitchen I take in the house, something I didn't do yesterday.

It's is pretty simple, beige walls, leather couches, picture frames of family members, the whole package.

"I need to Dad! They should have already" I hear an angry voice yell from behind the wall of the kitchen and I stop dead in my tracks. Maybe I shouldn't go in there.

"No, you will control yourself. It is not your place to involve yourself" A calmer voice replies. It sounds like Richard.

"Not my place? Of course it's my bloody place! She's my-"

"Enough Jared!" Richard yells his voice holding an almost dominant tone.

I'm right outside the kitchen, all I have to do is turn the corner and I'll be there. I feel bad for just listening like this, but a bigger part of me is curious as to what they are talking about.

"Fuck this" The unknown voice mutters, but I don't measure the proximity of it until it's too late.

My head collides with a hard chest, the force of impact blowing the air right out of me. I stagger back losing my balance a little but hands steady me at my waist producing an electric shock on my skin.

"Sorry," I apologies and I try to catch my breath. I dread looking up because I'm such a fool for not recognizing who it was sooner.

"Sorry Stella" He says sounding a little on edge. I look up now at the green eyes behind my not so amazing sleep last night, their color something not easily forgotten.

The saying 'Cat got your tongue' couldn't be more present at the moment. I really wish this would stop happening to me.

"I'm Jared by the way" he introduces, his voice sounding somewhat strained.

So that's his name. Jared.

I look at him again and realize that his hands are still firmly planted on my waist. He sees this too and his eyes widen before removing his hands and shoving them in the pockets of low hanging sweat pants.

Did I forget to mention the fact that he isn't wearing a shirt.

Sweet Jesus.

"Uh thanks" I say quietly averting my gaze from his chiseled chest. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I look just above his head so it isn't obvious I'm avoiding gloriously tanned skin.

His brow furrows in confusion at my words.

"For what?" he questions.

"Not letting me fall before" I say and try to move past him wanting to crawl up and die for even saying that.

"Oh, uh you're welcome" he grins scratching the back of his neck the muscles in his arm flexing from the action.

We stand there in silence when I remember what I was doing before this happened.

"Well, um.." I start but am cut off.

"Jared!" Anne calls walking out of the kitchen. She spots her son and then me. "Oh, Stella you're up. Your parents should be back soon. In the mean time go eat, help yourself to anything."

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