Star In The Shadow // CTH [Editing process]

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Krispy Cream is one of my favorite donut places, but definitely not my favorite place to talk with someone about something serious. After I woke up this morning, I texted Charlie to meet me here. I just can't be in a relationship with him anymore. We are both taking different paths and we've changed a lot. I buy the traditional glazed donut, my favorite,one cup of hot chocolate, and then I take a sit on one of the tables. After waiting a while he comes in. He first goes to the line and when his turn comes he buys a chocolate/glazed donut and a coffee. To be honest I've never liked coffee, I just don't like it, I'm more of a hot chocolate kind of person. He takes a sit next to me and bites his donut slowly, in a "seductive" kind of way. He thinks that is going to change my mind. I might be daughter of big advertisement parents, but I know when something's right or wrong. His gaze is cold, I don't think I recognize him anymore.

"So, babe, what's up?" He asks as he leans to meet my gaze. 'What's up?' I'm not a dude friend!

"Let's get to the point Charlie..." I say playing with the corner of my napkin. "I've changed on what I want in life. And you've change..." I stop thinking for the right description.

"Babe, I'm grown up, I can do whatever I want..." Wait, what? He wasn't like this yesterday.

"Charlie we need to stop dating, going out, however you call it..." I say trying to not look to uncomfortable.

"I know, you don't even deserve me..." He says as he gets closer. WTF is he talking about?

"Please don't make this harder..." I say as I look at the empty white cup in my hands.

"You were never worth my time anyways..." He says as he gets up of his sit and gets out of the store.

What the hell just happened? ... He blamed it all on me. What did I do? Why was he even acting like that? I didn't think he would act like that. Why would he say I'm not worth it? I tried to be in his game. I tried to go to his fraternity things. I tried to be the best girlfriend ever. But apparently I wasn't worth a year of his life.

I quickly throw my trash in the trash can and walk out the store. The Spring air hits my face as soon as I get out. I feel like crying, but this is what I wanted. I wanted this to be over. I start walking down the street and I get lost on my thoughts. This happens to me all the time, it only takes my head phones and my iPod with my music. While listening to Club Can't Handle Me, I instantly start to dance. Not noticing that, I bump into someone. I probably hit that person hard because I hear an "ow".

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I say as I turn around to see the person I was apologizing to.

"You should be careful, you could kill someone." He says joking. His voice... I've heard it before.

I instantly recognize him. What fan would I be if I didn't? What kind of old friend would I be if I didn't?

As I'm about to say his name, he covers my mouth with his left hand. Okay, I don't like where this is going. He has to let me go right now. His eyes are covered by sunglasses, but somehow I know he's checking me out. I glare at him as he finally looks at my face.

"I'll take my hand away from your mouth if you promise not to scream my name, or anything..." He says as he stays still, waiting for an answer;
which I give by nodding. He takes his hand off my mouth and then just stands there. What is he doing? He could be seen by more people!

"I'm... I'm sorry... Did I hit you too hard?" I say as I try to hide my excitement and show a little concern.

"Well, just a little..." He says as he takes his glasses off, revealing his chocolate brown eyes.

He has change since the last time I saw him on person, I mean, he was 10. His skinny body is now toned, not to much and not to little. His voice is lower, I already knew that anyway. His hair is slightly different. I know he tried to change it a little, but it didn't work. Then we move to his eyes... Even if it's been 10 years, they look the same to me. They look kind, smart, funny, friendly... Besides his physical features, his the same boy that left when I was 8 years old.

"Ok, so, I'll see you around..." He says putting his glasses on and putting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, sure. It was nice seeing you..." I say as I smile politely.

He just nods and turns to walk in the direction he was going. Wait... He didn't remember me... I thought he would. Well, I can't do anything about that. But I should probably go home now.

As I walk to my house, the thoughts of him not remembering me keep floating inside my mind, and I just wonder if he actually considered me as a friend.

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Song: Club Can't Handle Me - FloRida and David Guetta