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Chapter 73{ D E A N }Something wasn't right.There was something wrong with Grace and I could feel it in my gut.Maybe it was the way she always seemed distracted, maybe it was the way the littlest things I said or did caused her demeanor to change, maybe it was the way she always seemed lost in thoughts, maybe it was the way I could simply tell when something wasn't right with her but this was a gut feeling.And I was going crazy with the oblivion.It hurt that she didn't want me to be there for her. Whenever I asked her what the matter wa
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Chapter 01"Ow!" I winced, rubbing the back of my head to relieve the pain, cursing under my breath. "Remind me to lower my head every time I pass there."Christian looked at me and let out a dramatic laugh.I glared at him, "Yeah, real funny.""Sorry, sorry." He slowly broke his laughter."Stop sitting there like a big pile of nothing and start unpacking." I said sternly."All right, all right." He got himself up, made his way to the boxes and began to help me.It wasn't long after we began unpacking. Box after box, we fixed everything in their designated places. I don't know how long for, but the hours felt like days and in time, we were done. I headed to the living room and sank into the couch. My back hurt from all the work I had to do and I was honestly exhausted. I turned on the TV, searching for any meaningful thing I could watch. Chris made his way toward me with two bottles of root beer in his hands. He handed me a bottle and sat down on the couch with his legs carefully cro
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Chapter 02God, was he handsome.My eyes remained fixed on him, taking his appearance in. He had chocolate brown hair which was toppled lazily on his head. The sun subtly struck his face, complementing his skin, which appeared smooth and silky. He also had a very tall and muscular figure. I ogled at how good he looked as my eyes travelled over his features, before going back up to his face. Although he was undeniably very handsome, his eyes were what intrigued me the most about him. They were ocean blue, a shade of blue that seemed to shimmer without even trying; it was beautiful.He also just kept staring at me like I just fell down from the sky. He had this look of amusement plastered on his face that made me feel both confident and self-conscious at the same time. Then, I snapped out of it."You moron! You almost just ran me over!" I shouted at him."You have got to be fucking kidding me." He chuckled humorlessly. "You were the one who barged into the middle of the road like a nut
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Chapter 03The rest of the week rolled by fast. I had just stepped out of my class and was walking toward Chris' car in the parking lot. I hopped in as soon as I opened the door."How was your day?" Chris asked me."Same as every other one." I relaxed into the car seat."Here." He handed me a pack of chips.Takis. They're my absolute favorite."Thank you." I said gratefully and tore the pack open.The pack of chips had already finished when we pulled up on our driveway. We both got down from the car and walked into our house. I lazily kicked off my shoes and joined Chris on our slightly comfortable sofa. "So, what are your plans for the weekend?" Chris asked."Mom said I should come over." I faced him. "You?""Um, nothing really." He scratched the back of his neck.And there goes my conscience."You can come with me if that's okay with you, it'll be like the good old days." I smirked, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge."Now, how can I say no to that?" He squealed excitedly.* * * *
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Chapter 04Chris had already stepped into the bar before I did. My eyes wandered around, taking in my environment as I followed Chris slowly, walking over to the barstools near the counter. A thick smell of alcohol, sweat and cologne encompassed the place. Scattered everywhere were scantily clothed skinny bartenders who paced around the several tables and booths.Chris sat on a barstool and I took a seat on the one beside him, leaning on the counter. A bartender popped her head out of the counter with a bottle of vodka in her hand.She flashed a quick smile, "What can I get you guys?""Just a beer." I answered her.Her eyes drifted to Chris, "What about you, handsome?""Same." He said to her, referring to my order."Okayyy." She dragged on the word as she had her back to us, taking out two bottles of beer from the top cabinet in the shelves. She handed a bottle to me and one to Chris, after taking the cap off with a bottle opener. I gave her a curt nod as a form of gratitude and dran
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Chapter 05When we got back to our apartment, I was too mad at Chris to say anything to him so I just walked into my room and sank into my bed. I stared at the ceiling as memories of the evening replayed in my head. Chris had really outdone himself. What the hell was he thinking, picking that fight? I know the man was an asshole but he obviously provoked him first. Never in my life had I felt so useless.I felt so pathetic; so weak. I felt like a helpless little girl when the bastard pushed me to the floor and I simply couldn't do anything. And to top it all off, that was when Dean intervened and hit him like he was some sort of savior to me, like I couldn't defend myself, like I was some helpless little piece of dog shit and he was my superman there to sweep me off my fucking feet.Oh please.I could have handled that motherfucker all on my own.That was when my conscience hit me. Dean wasn't trying to make me feel helpless or anything, he was just trying to help and I shoved it up
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Chapter 06The rest of the week rolled by fast and it was Friday. The week was okay, same as every other one. I tried my best to attend all my classes, ignore everyone around me, get out and go home.Dean called a few times. We'd talk a lot actually. For someone who wasn't Chris, I had spoken so much to him, which was so little this week, than I've ever spoken to anyone. For some reason, when he was talking to me, I didn't feel like giving him the middle finger, or tell him to leave me the fuck alone, or just ignore him. And somehow his voice didn't sound like fingernails on a chalkboard to me.I actually liked talking to him.I think I can call him my friend.Wow, congratulations Dean Ryan.I was walking out of my last class for the day when I heard someone speak behind me."Hey, wait up!" Said the voice.It obv
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Chapter 07"Bye Grace!" Chris shouted as he went his own way."Bye boo!" I said, hurrying crazily to my class.Chris and I had stayed up late last night and we overslept and lost track of time this morning. I was still feeling really sleepy, I hadn't eaten breakfast, I barely took a shower, my head hurt and I probably looked like a homeless person.I was outside the auditorium walking to the back door. The class had already begun and our professor was standing in the front of the class, speaking. I threw my hood over my head and stepped into the class. I searched for a vacant seat and spotted one at the edge of the back seats. I walked over to the seat and sat, sinking lazily into it. I took out my laptop from my bag and placed it on the little desk after adjusting it up."Why'd you come in so late? That's unlike you." I heard an all so annoying voice speak beside me.
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