Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

By the next morning, Savannah's ankle at least looked relatively normal. But, that didn't stop Lucy from dragging her to the minor emergency room. 

They sat in the room, the others having decided to check out the area some more.

"You know what I think?" Lucy asked, jumping right into a conversation that hadn't existed two seconds before. "I think he still likes you."

Savannah snorted as she flipped through an People's magazine. "Yeah. Right. Graham Pierce is still hung up on the girl who rejected him in college?"

"Don't try and tone it down," Lucy said.

Sighing, Savannah looked at her best friend. "Why do you always bring it up? It didn't work out. End of story. He's clearly doing well, and I'm...well, I'm very successful."

"But, are you happy?" Lucy raised her eyebrows. "Because, I don't think you are. You work almost all the time and you still let your aunt influence your life."

"She's my family," Savannah said, but even to her the excuse felt flat.

"She lives in a different century."

"He hates me, Luce." 

Why couldn't her friend understand that? They were was no future for them. She could never imagine him forgiving her. She wouldn't.

"No, I don't believe that."

Savannah groaned, dropping her head into her hands and clutching at her hair. This was what she hadn't wanted about the trip. For people to rehash everything. And yet, she had gone on the trip. Clearly, she was masochistic.

"Not everything is going to play out like the movies or romance books," Savannah said. "Graham and I are not going to be together. He's still so mad. And I...I need to move on. For some reason a part of me hasn't been able to do that. But, god, Luce! It's been four years? What kind of moron can't get over the guy she rejected?"

Lucy didn't say anything and kept her hands clasped on her lap, looking poised. A few other others waiting glanced their way, but they didn't let their gaze linger too long. Then, finally, she spoke.

"Because you still love him," she said, her voice soft.

"Ridiculous," Savannah scoffed, but stomach did a flip at the thought.

Still love Graham? No. Absolutely not. But...it made sense. She shook her head sharply, dispelling Lucy's idea physically and emotionally.

"Just think about it," Lucy said. "Maybe you two weren't really supposed to be together then and now..."

"And now the universe has brought us back together." It was hard to keep the scorn out of her voice now. "We are not talking about it any more. Besides, he's interested in Quinn. And why should he be? She's young, clearly smitten."

"Quinn? You really think he'd go for my, excuse, ditzy cousin who probably couldn't pick out any of the presidents?"

"She's not that dumb," Savannah argued.

"No. But, Graham and her? I think you're wrong."

Savannah didn't say anything, thinking that maybe Quinn and Graham wouldn't be such a bad idea. However, the thought made her sick and she thought about what Lucy had said, that she still loved her ex.

*

The sky had turned from pleasantly sunny to overcast during the time Lucy and Savannah had spent in the minor emergency. It didn't bother them and they walked along, Savannah's ankle wrapped tightly in medical tape and then covered in brace. But, then a fat raindrop hit Savannah square in the eye as she looked up.

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