They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 17

A/N: Hey everyone :)

I'm trying to update as much as possible because I'm getting into the assessment period and it's going to get crazy.

So this chapter is also unedited because my editors are busy and they shouldn't have to be overloaded with more work... from their friend especially.

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Grace's POV

The week started to feel like it was dragging along. I had started receiving so much homework I wanted to rip my hair out but I couldn't do that. I liked my hair.

Not much had really been happening since yesterday.

Okay, well actually not much was happening yet.

I was going over to Chris' place around 7 o'clock so Harley and I decided the best thing we could do right now is simple; we had some major Facebook stalking to do so we could find out who this girl was.

Now don't get me wrong, I do trust my boyfriend. I really do. It's just that I don't trust the psychotic girls at our school (if she even goes to our school) to be around him without trying anything. A lot of girls at this school I go to could probably be considered sluts. It's not like 85% of the female population has herpes or something stupid, it's just that they tend to have a lot of boyfriends and get quite... touchy feely.

Unless they are related to Chris. In which case, that would be disgusting.

"This stupid flamingo has her page on private." Harley told me, as she scrolled through one of Chris' friend's Facebook pages.

"Who even has their profile on private these days?" I asked her.

"Uh, you do."

"Oh yeah." It was a safer option for when crazy stalkers try to find out where you live.

Not that Harley and I are stalking anyone right now. It was for quality information only. It's more like intense research of an individual anyway. Hardly creepy.

"Just go to the next person then." I continued. "From her profile picture, she looks nothing like the girl you described anyway."

Harley rolled her eyes and went back to Chris' friend list, clearly annoyed that she couldn't be 100% thorough with her research. "Whatever you want. If we miss out on any vital information though, it's all on you."

So in case you guys were wondering what this girl looks like. She's pretty much well... gorgeous. It might be the reason I'm freaking out slightly over her hanging out with Chris but I'm okay. I trust him.

This is not why I'm going through his entire Facebook page and friend list and their pages right now.

Kind of.

Okay, back on track. Harley and I have not a clue what this girl's name is. Only that she knows Chris somehow and that they're close. After all, they were at a fancy restaurant. From what Harley has told me, we also know she is tall, maybe around 170cm, has long black hair that goes straight down her back, she's freakishly and borderline anorexic skinny, wears a thick layer of makeup and has a nose piercing. Not sure how Harley noticed the nose piercing but apparently, she has one.