Second Chances

Chapter 7

Second chances

Chapter 7

A/N: hey guys! Sorry I haven’t uploaded in so long! One word explaination? School.  My parents have this rule, that school comes before everything else, so I haven’t gotten time to upload and all. Anyways, I have a new chapter, and I hope you guys like it! Please vote, comment, and fan!

Oh yeah, and IMPORTANT NOTICE: as you might have noticed, this story is in 3rd person. However, I feel im not connecting with it enough in 3rd person, so I will be writing in 1st person from now on. I hope this makes a difference and I hope you enjoy this POV more than 3rd person!

Ok, read!

Here goes:

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Recap:

She stepped into the restaurant, only to see that it was compleley empty, except for a person sitting on the counter, with his feet kicked up on the cash register.

He apreared to be bored out of his mind and playing a game on his iPhone. However, as soon as he heard the door open, he swiftly took his feet off of the counter and began, “Hi! Welcome to…” he trailed off as he saw her.

Brooke stopped in her tracks.

“What are YOU doing here?” she groaned.

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“I work here,” Nick said smugly.

Great. I’d have to wait in this dingy restaurant with nick until the storm lets out. Just great.

“What brings you here? Couldn’t resist not seeing me again?” Nick teased. A radiant smile on his face, showing victory.

“No!” I replied immideatley, grossed out. “The storm was too strong,”

“Why didn’t you ride the bus like always?”

“I was looking for YOU!”

“Ah-HA!” he pointed a finger at me, jumping off the counter.

I sighed. “I wanted to cancel the thing tomorrow at the library”

“The date, you mean?”

“No, not the DATE. The… meeting”

“Why?”

“Because everyone thinks im going out with you”

Suddenly, Nick’s eyes shone with concern, as he walked over to me and put his hands o n my shoulders, guiding me to a table near the corner of the restaurant, never once taking his eyes off ofme.

He pushed on my shoulders, sitting me down on the chair, and then left towards the counter. He swiped his employee card on the register, and then went farther back into the restaurant and grabbing a large box of fries, a burger, and pouring out some Coke from the soda fountain. He walked back over to the table, with determination shining in his eyes.

“Eat” he commanded.

“What? Why?  You cant tell me what to—“

“EAT” he repeated.

  I looked down at the burger. It was a cheeseburger, my favorite, with its tasty aroma wafting up to me, I took a massive bite, chewing on it slowly, staring at Nick, trying to figure him out.

What was with this guy? He kept on trying to talk to me, all of a sudden, after three years! He seemed so oblivious to me until I sprained my ankle. Was he taking pity on me?   Or just being nice? Pity, definitely pity.