Chapter One

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The morning was quiet. Everyone in my family was able to sleep in, except for me. The minute the sun shone through the window I was awake. I wish I could have slept in like Cameron, especially on the weekends. He could have slept through an earthquake. I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was almost eight in the morning. I had stayed in bed for as long as I possibly could, tossing and turning, trying to fall back asleep.

I rolled over and picked up my phone. Three new messages.

Olivia Harrington

Girl if you're asleep already on a Friday night, I swear!

Okay you're asleep but I'm bored...

Fine I'll text Eloise :(

I huffed, frustrated. Typical Olivia, always needing entertaining. I didn't want to go out, I felt content just sitting at home with no plans.

Olivia Harrington

 You're right I fell asleep, so what? Want to do something later?

I picked myself up out of bed and shivered, missing the warmth of the bedsheets. I was tempted to crawl back in bed but I knew there was no chance of me falling back asleep. Instead, I took my housecoat that hung on the door and quickly wrapped it around myself hoping it would suffice. The house was freezing, but no matter how high my dad turned up the thermostat I was still cold.

I caught a glimpse of my appearance in the mirror and gaped at the sight of my brown hair. To say it was messy would have been an understatement. The baby hairs around my face were full of curls, the rest pin straight. I took my brush from the dresser and pulled it through the knots.

My stomach felt like it was about it eat itself from hunger. The ache slowly moved from my stomach and up my throat, making me nauseous. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, desperate for my hunger to subside.

The floor creaked. I halted, but I quickly realized it wasn't me. Noah was standing in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, a pair of jeans and a blue flannel. I caught myself staring as he reached up into the cupboard, the hem of his shirt lifting from his side. His dark brown hair was cascading down his face, sprawling every which way but even with bed head, he was good looking.

There was something about the thought of dating my brother's friend that I was against, but I couldn't help the butterflies that danced in my stomach when I looked at Noah. Not that he'd ever want to date me.

I cleared my throat, announcing my presence. Noah quickly turned to me, caught red-handed, still gripping the coffee carafe.

"Just make yourself at home." I teased, nudging his shoulder. He spent enough time at our house to know that he could make himself at home, although this was the first time I'd seen him taking us up on the offer.

He held out a mug to me. "Want some?"

"Yes please," I muttered, taking the mug. I held it tight, letting the warmth seep through me. "I didn't know you were sleeping over."

"We lost track of time playing that new Call of Duty," he explained.

"So that's your excuse." I rolled my eyes, racking my brain for something witty to say but sarcasm always was my defense mechanism. "I thought it was because you wanted to smell my morning breath." I gulped, suddenly aware of what I had just said. Smell my morning breath? Tactless Samara. I wanted to whack myself upside the head, although doing that would have been worse than the comment that slipped through my lips. It was too late to take it back.

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