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chapter 2

 The whole day I kept thinking of the Hollister model I interacted with this morning. And when I wasn't thinking about him, my mind wondered to other unimportant things. Like what my mom is going to make for dinner tonight. She always cooks dinner. Always. She did everyday since the accident. I guess it was her healing process. 8 years later, she's still healing. I can't blame her. It's taking me just as long to get over it. My chest tightened up, but I was soon brought out of my thoughts when the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I jumped at the bell, then soon got up, and was pushed by the other animals as they were stampeding out the door.

As I was walking down the hallway, adjusting my headphones, I was greeted with a push. I collided into the wall, and groaned at the ache in my head. Can't people see I look like fucking Bambi, and will probably break into little bones at the slightest touch.

"Haha. You okay Blake?" the familiar voice asked.

"Barely. I should wear a sign that says 'Bambi Alert." I replied to Sam.

Sam was literally like my brother. He knew everything about me, like... literally. I've known him since I was like 6. He's been there for me through everything, he was even there when I got my period for the first time. Not to be gross or anything, but you know he's a keeper when he goes to the store and buys you tampons. He wasn't gay or anything, but he was like my gay best friend. He sleeps over, buys me food, goes shopping with me, all that stuff. We're really close, and I couldn't ask for a better friend than him.

"Awh, you poor thing." he cooed me sarcastically.

I gave him a look, and he laughed at it.

We continued to walk the hallway until we met with door that leads outside.

"Need a ride?" I asked, knowing his motorcycle was being worked on in the shop.

"How'd you know?" He smirked.

"Ohh, just a guess." I replied chuckling.

We arrived at my car, and got in. I started the car and Sam immediately clinged to the radio playing The Weekend, our favorite.

"You don't know..." Sam sang.

"What's in store." I finished.

10 minutes later, I was pulling into Sam's driveway.

"Thanks for the ride fagg." He smiled and leaned over and gave me a hug.

"Welcome slut." I replied with my cheesiest smile ever.

On my way home, I got a text from my mom telling me to pick up some milk. I drove to the store while listening to the radio. I hummed along, thinking about this morning with Jack. I know I sound obsessive, but this guy hit me like a giant truck. I never think twice about a guy, I dont even think about guys period. His dark brown hair, it flowed up so perfectly. Oh God.

I pulled into the Kroger's parking lot and got out of my car. Once I got in the store, I headed straight for the milk, and got a gallon. As I was walking up to the register, I looked up and well... you know. I saw Jack. I put my milk on the belt, and he began to ring me up. He didn't even look up, just scanned. Oh shit, should I say something? Does he even remember me? Probably not.

"How are - " he stopped mid-sentence when he saw me. He smiled wide.

"Oh, hey... Blake?" He asked.

"Yeah. Hey." I replied.

"What's up?"

"Oh nothing, just... buying orange juice... I mean milk."

God, I really am an idiot.

He chuckled at my mistake, and rang me up.

"2.75."  He informed me.

I gave him $5, and he handed me my change.

"Thanks." I said to him.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you then."

I smiled at him, and began to walk away. I looked back at him. Only to have our eyes meet for only a second, then I quickly turned away.

I got in my car and started to head home.

I thought about the darked haired boy, and wondered what his story was. Where he came from. Why he was here.

It's a weird thought, but I couldn't help but wonder what his lips tasted like.