Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 (Hannah's P.O.V.)

                "You didn't even really give the guy a chance, Hannah!" I listened to my friend Tracey complain.

                I shook my head at her, "There was no spark."

                "Han, you need to lay off the movies." she told me, shaking her head.

                'I can't help it, Tray." I exclaimed, "I just didn't feel like he was the one."

                She sighed at my words as she stood and grabbed her coat, "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

                "Okay..." I mumbled.

                She turned back to me at the door, "Just think about this before he gets to far away."

                I listened to my front door close, before going to the window to make sure she got to her car. There were a few weirdos around here. I stared out my window until her red tail-lights disappeared into the distance.

                I sighed as I turned around. There on my bed was her bag. That was so like Tracey. She would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her shoulders.

                I pulled my phone out, puliing open a text, Hey, you left your bag again.

                A few moments later, I heard a buzzing noise. I pulled my phone out, but realized it was't mine. My gaze moved to Tray's bag. I looked in her bag, seeing her phone reading: New Message: Hannah :).

                I sighed as I slid a hand through my long brown hair. This was just my luck.

                I grabbed her bag and headed to my door. I would just have to take it to her. I grabbed the door knob, but I was interrupted by another buzzing noise. I could feel my pocket vibrate again, meaning someone was calling.

                I slid the screen on a put it to my ear, "Hey."

                I was expecting Tracey's voice, but was answered by someone else entirely, "Hannah."

                I froze, "Jake?" Why was he calling me now?

                "Hannah, we need to talk."

                "There's nothing to talk about."

                "How can you say that?!" he exclaimed. I winced.

                "I just have nothing to say. I'm sorry." I said, hanging up my phone. I closed my eyes as I pushed the phone back into my pocket.

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