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She Thinks We're Friends

Never lie to a stranger, or that stranger will lie back.

March 12, 2012
The Bently Mansion

"Even though it's only been hours since I've been gone, I missed this you and your place." I joked when we walked through the front door.

"You mean, you missed me? Like, really missed me?" His sarcasm drew my anger but I pushed it away because he looked freaking adorable.

"Believe it or not." I gave him a shove and he wrapped his forefinger around my wrist.

"You dare push me?" He stepped forward a bit, and I laughed a little. "How is it that when you fight back it drives me mad, but I have the sudden urge to kiss you?"

His chest was touching mine, and I guarantee you he could feel my rapid breathing.

"I don't know. Maybe it's just some trick of mine that's still hiding under my sleeve." I breathed out and he grinned at me, making my knees weak.

I knew he wouldn't kiss me. But that was the problem. The more he advanced towards me, the more I wanted him to kiss me. And the thought that he can't kiss me, just makes me even more antsy and itchy that I can't even bare to have my own eyes open.

His hand landed right above my bum, making me cock and eyebrow.

"How is that I've only touched you once, Anastasia?" He rasped, looking down at me.

I opened my mouth to say something, but that sudden itch to pull my fingers through his hair and make him kiss me would haunt me forever.

His fingers sprawled out on my bum, and he pulled me into him, h​ard;​ nearly knocking the breath out of me. He put his other hand on my cheek and I nearly groaned from the desperate intensity that was building up inside of me.

"I've never seen you act like this, Miss Greene," He hovered his mouth over mine. "And I'm beginning to l​ove i​t."

But then without warning he pulled away from me and I pulled down my surprisingly risen shirt that I had no idea was about to be pulled over my head.

"But she's h​ere.​" He seemed almost disgusted saying it.

"Penelope? She's here?" O​h I can't wait for this.​"Well come on. Let's meet her." I smiled, a little too confident and he gave me a confused look.

When I walked into the family room, a girl stood in the left corner looking at pictures on the wall. She had long brown hair, long skinny legs, and she was just as curvy as the moon. I was beginning to dislike this girl, but when she turned around, my dislike for her grew into hate. This is the woman Harry is supposed to marry? O​f course she has to be beautiful. Her eyes are as blue as the ocean and she is as skinny as a goddamned toothpick. Far more beautiful than I am.

Might as well throw me off a cliff and say, 'It was good knowing you Anastasia but my feelings for you have suddenly disintegrated and I am in love with someone else now.'

God, she must be a model. I just wanted to take that vase just above her head and beat the hell out of her with it but... I am a civilized person like it or not. And I must be nice to strangers.

"Hi. I'm Anastasia." I reached for her hand, surprised at my action because I was the first one to say hello.

She tightly clamped her hand in mine and smiled. S​he had to smile? Dammit. "​I'm Penelope. It's nice to meet you." Yeah. You're thinking that now.

Harry walked into the room, seeming unphased at the perfect, beautiful girl outshining me. "I'm Harry. The one you're s​upposed t​o be getting married to."