Luke;
It has been ten months since I saw Hayden, ten months since I found out what she did. I know that maybe deep inside she didn't mean to nearly sleep with Michael, and maybe I shouldn't have been that frustrated with her since she didn't, but at the end of the day she cheated.
I could still remember seeing the pain in her eyes when I told her that we were finished, hear her saying "don't do this Luke" as the tears rolled down her make-up stained face. It had took all the courage for me that day not to crumble, to tell her that we can work it out, to try and fix us again. I knew that I couldn't be with her, I knew that the relationship wouldn't have worked out if I stayed, I knew that I had to leave her, so I did.
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As I waited patiently in the overpriced boutique, my eyes scanned over the variety of dresses that were in front of me. I didn't understand how girls could spend hours in a store like this and try on pieces of clothing and then to go to the extent of paying an enormous amount of money for something that they would probably never wear again.
"Come on," I muttered under my breath. I had been in here now for nearly an hour and I could feel the patience that I was trying to hold on to, slowly fade away.
Finally, the curtain opened and out she stood. She smiled at me before placing the dress back on the hanger and placing it back on to the rail it belonged.
"Wasn't for you, no?"
She shook her head, a look of disgust placed on her face. "It was too tight, way too tight for me. Plus it didn't even fit my body properly, I just looked like I was wearing a bin bag."
I chuckled as she rambled on, not understanding her girl logic, but nodding my head along with it anyway.
"So where to now?" I asked, following her out of the posh boutique and out into the busy street.
"Well, after all that shopping, I totally need a Starbucks, come on." She grasped my arm lightly pulling me along with her down the street.
Once we entered the shop, I sat down at a nearby table, already knowing that she knew what I wanted to order. I scanned my eyes across the cafe when my eyes fell on red hair that I recognised immediately. Michael.
Shit.
I quickly got off the seat I was sitting on, walking quickly to where she was, pulling her away from que.
"Luke, what the hell," she protested, trying to get out of my grip.
"We need to leave." I said my grasp on her arm tightening gently.
"Why do we have to leave? What's the big rush?" She asked her eyes searching around, a confused expression placed on her face.
"I-"
"Luke?"
"Hayden?"
"Amelia?"
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IM SO SORRY FOR THIS LONG WAITING TILL I UPDATE THING AND I KNOW ITS OKAY IF YOU HATE ME CAUSE I HATE ME TOO BUT IM SO SORRY GUYS I JUST DIDNT HAVE THE MOTIVATION FOR THIS STORY ANYMORE AND BLAH AND IM SORRY ILL TRY FINISH IT I PROMISE
