Update

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Hey everyone this is just a quick little update from me. I haven't posted a chapter in two weeks I think and I'm really, really sorry. University has started again here in Australia and I'm super busy with that. Being a second year I should be more on top of it all and organized but I'm just not that sort of person. Things are usually pretty hectic and stressy for me in the first few weeks of Uni and then I'm fine and I sort it all out. So give me maybe one more week and I promise I'll be back on track with the regular updates. I'm going to try my best to finish writing something for Friday and post it but no promises. I have a gazillion things to do at the moment and I'm not great at keeping up with them all. Again, I'm super sorry that I've kept you all waiting. 

However, because I'm not evil I will give you a little sneaky peak at a chapter you'll see in a few weeks. 

Kat, is this really how you want to be spending your Friday night?” Isaac asks me.

I tilt my head back and press the bottle to my lips, letting the wine drizzle down my throat, burning it’s way down into the pit of my stomach. I come up for air, breathing heavy and eyes surely glassy. “Yes.”

He rolls his eyes and leans his head against the cool tiles. Not many guys would do this for me, sit with me in a bathtub at one am when there is a roaring party happening in spitting distance. But Isaac, much to my dismay, would do anything for me. That much is evident. I wish he were more concerned for himself and not for me. And I’m too selfish to tell him so.

“This isn’t like you.” He shakes his head before looking at me sideways, his eyes lined with concern. “The Kat I know wouldn’t miss a party so she could mope in the bathtub. A tiny bath tub I might add.” As if to demonstrate his point he rearranges his long legs so that they fit somewhat better in the cramped space.

I drink from the bottle once more and glide my tongue over my teeth to get rid of any red wine stains. “Sometimes it’s nice to feel miserable.”

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