Chapter 2: When news turn out to be "olds"

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At 7:30 I shut the door, and began making my way to school. While walking, I realized I should have worn a warmer jacket, maybe even a scarf and some mittens, but it hadn't occured to me that it could be as could as this in the middle of October.

"Alex! Hey, Alex, wait for me!" Someone shouted behind me, her words being hard to understand, because of the wind that constantly wistled around me. I turned around to face my beautiful bestfriend, my mouth forming a big smile. Her long, blond hair was braided and hung loosely over her shoulder. The bright, blue eyes shone, and she smiled - as usual. She was a little shorter than me, and a bit thinner to. Actually, it was commonly known that she was a bit too thin.

We continued walking when she suddenly said she had something to tell me. I raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

"Yeah?"

She bit her lip, but I could see that she was excited. 

"Well, yesterday, I met this lovely guy! We talked a bit, and then he took me out for dinner! He even asked me out for another date tomorrow!" she smiled. I understood why she was that happy: it had been a long time since she had been on a date with someone, for a reason I really didn't understand, most guys wasn't interested in her. "Well," I thought. "Their loss."

"Wow, that's fantastic, I'm so happy for you," I smiled back at her. "So, what's his name?"

I could see her enthusiasm fading after that question.

"Well.." she started, looking down at the ground. "He said it was complicated, and that he couldn't say his whole name. But he told me to call him Edward."

She smiled again, and we had finally reached our school. Right after walking through the entrance door, we had to part ways, seeing as our lockers was placed far away from each other. I discovered many pairs of eyes watching me while I walked.

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I forced myself to stay awake through all the lessons, even though it seemed like school would never come to an end. When it finally did, I made my way over to my locker, stuffing all of my books inside it. In the middle of doing so, Sarah rushed over to me, franticly texting on her phone. Her eyes shone, and it made me think she was texting this Edward-guy. I hadn't met Michael all day, and therefor hadn't given him an answear.

"Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex!" Sarah nearly shouted, clearly excited. "Edward and some of his friends are going to pick me up here in about three minutes, and we're all going to spend the afternoon at his house. And he said that he understood that perhaps it wouldn't be too funny for me to spend the day with only boys, most of them unknown to me, so he said I could bring a friend!" she said. And she said it in about five seconds.

"Of course I'll come with you!" I told her, not needing to question if I was the friend she chose to bring, I already knew I was. "I have to tell this Edward-guy that he better not hurt you if he doesn't want to end up in a hospital."

She laughed at my answer, and together we made our way out of school, both of us with big smiles on our faces. Maybe it was a little weird that Sarah liking someone, and the person liking her back, made me this happy, but after knowing her nearly six years, and practially feeling her jealousy every time there was a couple in sight, the thought of her finding someone that made her happy, made me happy. She was my best friend, after all, and I was concinced she deserved the best relationship possible.

Only one car was currently parked at the school's parking lot, so our common sense made us believe it was Edward and his friends. Sarah seemed a little nervous to reunite with her Romeo, but I was pretty sure all nervousness would soon be forgotten once they started talking. She grabbed my hand, I shot her an encouraging smile, and together we made our way over to the car.

Sarah let go of my hand again, took a last calming breath, before taking the few steps separating her from the car. A window was rolled down, but my view was blocked my the back of Sarah's head.

"Ready to go, babe?" a deep, raspy voice asked Sarah, and my shock was undescribable.

It couldn't be him. The odds for that were so low, it wouldn't even be a point calculating. Yet I knew I hadn't heard wrong, it stood clear to me who the voice belonged to. And it was a person I really did not want to meet again.

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A/n: Hello, thank you for reading this far, it means a lot to me. I thought I should let you know that chapters up to nine were written years ago. I'm rewriting them now, trying to make them better, but I can promise that if you make it past those chapters this book will get alot better!

Again, thank you for reading, it would be great if you read a few more chapters:)

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