Chapter Ten

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Hannah's P.O.V.


"Your Mom sounds like she's been a real bitch."


It's currently a bright sunny Sunday afternoon and Alex and are are walking down the street to go to the mall. We were laying around in my room all morning, but then she remembered that she wanted to buy some new book that just came out. So we decided to get some exercise and walk to the mall instead of driving. I just finished filling Alex in on everything that happened before and after that interview that my Mom made me go to yesterday and, as always, her input is very straight to the point. 


"She is," I agree with my best friend. I watch her reach into her back pack and grab a can of root beer out for each of us. "And Eathen is-"


"Full of himself," Alex says with a bored look on her face as she opens up her pop. "Sounds like he's got some issues he needs to deal with himself. Either that or maybe he's just trying to uphold his bad boy image."


"Bad boy image?" My eyebrows raise at Alex's statement. "Eathen is the farthest thing from a bad boy. Sure he's annoying and everything, but I don't see him punching people in the face or anything."


"Maybe he's not a bad boy then," Alex shrugs, not looking convinced. "Maybe he's just a mysterious person."


"Maybe," I look down and open my own can of root beer before taking a sip of the fizzy drink. "I don't want to bother with him anymore though, it's obvious that both of us don't want to be around each other."


"You sure about that?" Alex asks as we arrive at the mall. I look over at her with my eyebrows furrowed. "I mean I don't really know him, but you can't seem to stop talking about him."


"I'm talking about him because he's annoying."


"You sure you don't have a little crush on him or something?" I give Alex a disgusted look, but she stares back at me as if she knows something that I don't. "He seems like he'd be your type."


"And what's my type, Alex?"


"That's for you to figure out yourself," she says as we walk into the mall's bookstore. "I'm just here for moral support."


The conversation ends there and we end up looking around the the book store for books. Alex goes off to find the book that she came here for, while I just casually lounge around the store. I probably won't end up buying anything, but it never hurts to look. I look around the Teen Fiction section for a long time, not finding anything that I would read. I'm turning around to go find Alex, but as I turn around I run into a very masculine rock. 


"Shit I'm sorry," a very gruff voice says as I almost fall to the ground. I straighten myself out and look up at the man that I just ran into. I'm surprised to find a very handsome looking fellow standing in front of me with a stack of books in his hands. 


"No it's my fault," I shake my head at the handsome stranger. He's wearing a red muscle shirt, black basketball shorts, and a pair of Nike sandals. All in all, he looks like what every fuck boy would aspire to look, but he's giving off a different vibe. 

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