Chapter 17
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Eliza’s POV
Cathy was meeting us at a local Cafe half an hour away, she wanted to see us and this was the safest way for her to get the records to us. I was excited, there was nervousness tumbling around in my stomach, I liked the feeling of doing something daring, it gave me a buzz however I couldn’t keep still in my seat one moment I would be looking out of the window the next I would be turning up the stereo.
“You like rock?” Mark asked, noticing me singing quietly to AC DC.
My cheeks went slightly pink; I didn’t like people hearing me sing. I was tone death.
“Yeah I guess.”
“Who’s your favourite band?” Mark smiled.
“Probably Guns N’ Roses.” I admitted.
“Seriously!” He laughed. “The Who is way better!”
“Nuh uh!” I cried. “The Who isn’t rock, Guns N’ Roses is the proper heavy stuff.”
“The Who is way more modern.” Mark pointed out.
“There a classic!” I exclaimed.
Mark sighed. “You are so stubborn.” He rolled his eyes.
“I am right.” I smirked.
“Agree to disagree.” Mark frowned.
“Sure, if you want to believe that.” I winked.
“It’s true, you just have a very old sense in music.” He grinned.
“No I do not!” I retorted. “My taste in mu-”
“Do you want to go and see Cathy? Mark interrupted me. I looked outside; a neon glared back at me indicating we were outside ‘The Bridge’ cafe.
“Oh.” I muttered, my cheeks warming. I opened the car door. A faint train horn wailed through the night. We walked towards the cafe; it was packed with late comers and goers.
“Eliza.” Cathy waved madly. I turned to see the pretty teenager sitting in a booth alone.
“Hello.” I smiled.
“It’s true.” She gasped, looking at my bruises.
“It’s nothing.” I shrugged.
“Fingerprint bruises aren’t anything.” She whispered furiously. I glared at Mark; I had told him Cathy would notice them. “Noah has been going insane about you.”
My heart automatically dropped, my mate was in pain.
“He’ll be fine.” I said, firmly.
“Yeah right!” Cathy scoffed. “He’s be- ow!” She moaned. Mark had obviously kicked her leg.
“I need a drink.” I excused myself. I walked towards the grubby bar. “ Two coffees to take away ” I ordered, I sat waiting for my drinks, I could have gone back to my table but I didn’t want to have to hear Cathy talk about Noah, but from over here I could hear the distant conversation of Mark and Cathy gossiping about Noah.
My two coffees were plonked in front of me.
“That’s two pounds.” The waitress asked. I handed her the bill and started to walk back towards Mark and Cathy.
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The Rich Orphan
Teen Fiction"We promised we'd sacrifice ourselves, for our family." I whispered. I closed my eyes thinking of my parents, smiling I pulled the trigger. Love is for the weak; the one's who want to be trapped. They are fools. Eliza is the deadliest person you w...
