A/N
Guys, before you read this chapter, I just wanted to ask you to not hate me. And I love you guys. And I'm sorry.
Okay, you can read now.
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As soon as I wake up the next morning, I know that there is something wrong, something off. I have the distinct feeling that I'm forgetting something important, something that I should never forget.
I can't pinpoint the feeling, however, and I try to put it aside.
"Sleep well?" Ivy asks once she sees that I'm awake. She's calmly reading a book, a mug of instant coffee beside her.
"Not really," I honestly reply, stretching my back.
"Well, if you're hungry, Claire made scrambled eggs. I have no idea how she even got eggs out here, let alone figured out how to scramble them over a campfire, but she did," she offers.
"She's ever the chef," I laugh, offering a small smile. My eyes land on the ring Avery gave me last night, and the smile falls away.
I still feel guilty over how things went with Avery last night. I did the right thing, but I didn't go about it the right way.
I definitely shouldn't have kissed him. That only sent him mixed signals, I'm sure.
I twirl the ring around between my thumb and index finger, unsure of what to do with it. Should I keep it? Wear it? Or just leave it here?
I certainly can't wear it, I decide. But I can't just forget about it, either. I sigh, and place it in the pocket of the jeans I plan to wear on the ride back.
Then, I stand to my feet and decide to go see about those scrambled eggs.
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We're in view of the house when Avery pulls Feather up next to Trigger and I.
"Grace-"
"We've already been through this, Avery."
"I know we have. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about," he says.
"Oh. Well, what is it?"
"I just wanted to say that I miss you. And I know that you miss me. I also know that you don't want to be with me, but I was hoping you'd consider just being friends again," he proposes.
"Just friends?" I ask. "Do you think we're even capable of that?"
"We could try."
I pause, thinking about it. He's right. I do miss him.
"We can try to be friends," I say slowly. "But, just friends."
He flashes me a smile. "Okay then."
I notice that we're both extremely far behind everyone else- in fact, I think Claire is already home.
"Want to race to the gates?" I ask.
"You're on," he laughs, digging his heels into Feather's side.
I laugh, and spur Trig on.
I end up beating him to the gates, where I slow Trig to a trot. I stop altogether when I notice Claire speaking in hushed whispers to a strange man. They both look quite angry, and the man looks almost frightening.
Avery pulls Feather up besides me.
"What's that about?" I ask, nodding my head towards the two. He follows my gaze.
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