I'm Unbroken. ~(Sequel to I'm Not Leaving)

Chapter 7.

"Relaxes my muscles, take my mind off the world for a while, you know?"

She nodded. 

"You?"

"Same really. I've just moved here, but I used to attend the yoga classes back in Aussie."

"Aussie, to here?" I laughed. What a move.

"Don't ask," She laughed. "It was the parents idea, my sister wanted a better lifestyle for her children and apparently here was the place to go." 

I smiled into the girls eyes. She was so gorgeous, I couldn't believe it. 

"Do you like it here?" I asked.

"I mean," She stood up, taking a break, as did I. "I guess,"

"You guess?"

"Haven't experienced much," She smirked, going back into a pose. 

"As in?" She didn't answer me, instead, she gave me a smirk then continued with her stretching. By the time the hour had gone by, and the mentor dismissed us, I was relaxed completely. I put the mat away, then headed toward the door.

"Hey!" A voice called behind me. I swung around to meet the blonde girl, smiling. God she was so gorgeous. I smiled as she walked toward me. "Are you doing anything now?" We shifted to the side as people were darting past us.

"Besides going home to watch the power couple live there life, nope," I joked. She let out a slight laugh.

"Do you want to go out, get a coffee or something? I-I have no friends and I feel like you and I could get along so well," She smiled.

I thought about it quickly, before nodding and smiling, "Sure,"

"I never caught your name?" She spoke as we turned and walked out the door.

"Cass,"

"Is that short for something?"

"Yeah, but people just call me Cass." I smiled.

"My name is Navarleyah,"

"What a name," I chuckled. What a fucking beautiful name, was what I should have said.

"But people call me Varlie," She added. I smiled. 

The two of us walked down the street and toward the main town. She was an awesome chick to hang out with. We talked all about her family, and how her dad is one of those innocent dads who has no idea what goes on in her or her sisters world. Her mom was much like her, and kept a lot of secrets between her and her daughters, from their dad. Her sister was much different to her, and has three young kids that Varlie loved more than she loved anything or anyone. While she spoke, I looked at the way she smiled with each word, and the way that she would look to me with so much passion in her eyes. 

We arrived to a small cafe just down the road from the yoga center, and found a seat near the front of the cafe. We sat opposite each other, and waited patiently and quietly for our coffees to arrive. Once they did, Varlie took a sip, then looked into my eyes.

"You seem so, secretive,"

"How so?" I laughed.

"You haven't said a lot about yourself,"

"What's there to say?"

"Tell me about your family," She spoke. My heart dropped, panicking. How do I ramble out so much about so little? I thought about my family, wondered where they all were now, but then shook those thoughts out of my head because I shouldn't care where they are, at all.