Degrees Of Separation (sequel to The Definition Of Not Leaving)

Chapter 1

I decided to write a sequel! It most likely won't be good, as most sequels turn out to be, but I've realized I tend to leave my stories at slight cliffhangers.

It probably won't be updated as often either because I want to focus on ats.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy this short first chapter, which is just a continuation of the epilogue in tdonl.

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"What are you doing here?" I'm quick to ask. Vic shouldn't be here. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this small café, and I would think he has better things to do with his time.

"I'd like to ask you the same thing," Vic says, and I have to refrain from rolling my eyes. To say that I'm annoyed with him being here is an understatement. I don't want him anywhere near me. I got over him and moved past that rough patch in my life. I don't want him to tear open any healed wounds.

"I'm getting a coffee? And breakfast? What does it look like to you?" I ask, obviously annoyed. I want him to stop talking to me, so I go back to the the counter and ask Savanna to switch my order to go.

Vic doesn't take the hint though. Instead he follows me and says, "Yeah but so am I."

"Can you just leave me alone?" I sigh, and take my order from Savanna when she hands it to me. I turn around and walk past him, and yet, he still has the nerve to follow me.

"It's been two years Kellin, why are you acting like a bitch towards me?"

I stop walking towards the door and turn to face him. He's taken off his ridiculous expensive sunglasses.

"I know it's been two years," I say, "But that doesn't mean I'm going to be nice. I'll be civil, but not nice. It wouldn't make sense if I were nice to you."

Vic sighs and mutters, "You're right." Though he probably doesn't even mean it. I don't have anything more to say to him, so I turn back towards the door and walk out, my whole day spoiled and ruined.

***

When I get back to the apartment, my roommate is up. He's chugging down what looks like his second cup of coffee.

"Morning Jack," I say to him as I sit down on the couch with my coffee from the café and the cinnamon bun. I'm not even hungry anymore, but I might as well eat it.

"Morning Kellin," Jack says, "You look like you've been awake for hours."

I nod and take a bite of my cinnamon bun, then say, "I have. I finished writing my book."

"Ayyyeee, that's awesome!" Jack grins, "Congrats dude."

"Thanks. I'm going to have to edit some stuff first before I send it to a publisher, but other than that, it's done."

"Sweet, I'm happy for you," Jack says with a smile, then adds, "You don't look too happy though."

I shrug, sipping my cinnamon bun. "I was in a good mood," I say.

"Then what happened?" Jack asks.

"My ex showed up," I answer simply. I don't want to go into details with Jack. Jack doesn't know the whole story of why I broke up with Vic, and I'd prefer it that way. It's a story I'm sick of explaining to people.

Jack's mouth forms an O as he says the word, "Oh." I nod as a response, not saying more on the topic.

"Well, don't let him get to you then. Just forget about him. This is probably a one time thing and you'll most likely never see him again." Jack says, probably trying to reassure me. It's working though. I do want to forget about Vic. I don't want him to ruin my day anymore then he already has.

I just want nothing to do with him.