Chapter Three

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Sorry for the wait. My tutor's been piling work on me like there's no tomorrow :S but I finally managed to get this done, so here you go! :) I hope you like it!


I awoke to my phone buzzing violently on my bedside table. I groaned when I looked over at my alarm clock and realized that it was only six-thirty in the morning. Of course, when I picked up the phone, it was Jenna that was calling. Only she would call this early. Probably eager to hear all about the events that took place last night that I would much rather erase from my mind permanently.

"ALARA," she shouted into the phone the instant I picked up, "TELL. ME. EVERYTHING."

Knowing this would happen I let out a long low groan, which was also due to the fact that she woke me up on the weekend with a raging hangover.

"You know what Jenna, I'd really rather not."

I was just about to put down the phone when she went into a rage on the other end, which I always felt bad ignoring because if I did she usually wouldn't speak to me for a solid week and a half before lurching back into my life, as if nothing ever happened, so I made myself listen.

"You are my best friend, therefore, you tell me everything. And when I say everything I mean everything. Including your sex life with the biggest player in school."

"It is not a sex life. I mean, we didn't even do it for Christ's sake!"

"You didn't? Because what I walked in on seemed to be getting pre-tty steamy. A little too steamy."

"OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!" I yelled childishly, throwing a pillow across the room in frustration.

There was an uncomfortable pause before Jenna said awkwardly, "You didn't like it, did you?"

"Of course not! He practically raped me, except you walked in before he took it any further."

The thing that disturbed me most, which I was unwilling to actually admit to Jenna, was that I never really told him to stop. I shuddered at the thought.

How far would I have taken it if Jenna hadn't walked in on us?

"Okay then," she said, sounding unconvinced, but thankfully dropping the subject, "How's about we go out for a coffee? I'm craving one this morning."

"Aren't you hungover?"

"Yeah," she said nonchalantly, "I heard coffee helps."

"Alright then," I sighed, "I'll meet you at Starbucks in ten."

"Yay!" I could hear her smiling through the phone. Still her same usual self it seems.

I hung up and quickly got dressed, throwing on some tracky pants and a sweatshirt, seeing as I probably wouldn't see anyone I know there.

It wasn't long before I had met up with Jenna and we were walking into the coffee shop.

"Hi, what can I get you?"

The woman behind the counter shot us a fake smile, which indicated she clearly didn't want to be here.

"Ummm, can I please get a Caramel Macchiato?" Jenna chirped, not seeming nearly as hungover as I was. "Alara, what do you want?"

Suddenly I was distracted as I saw a regrettably familiar person enter Starbucks and take a seat by the window.

When he turned around and a pair of piercing blue eyes met my own I realized that it was, indeed, him.

I mean, of course he had to be here. What was he, my stalker now? Was he going to get out a notepad and write what type of coffee I liked and stare at me while I drank it? Follow me around until he knew every single little fact about me to use against me?

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