Next bit! I'm sorry my chapters are so short, but I think one of the reasons is because I write in paragraphs. So, in this chapter, I'm going to space it out, see how that goes. Please comment! Oh, and Kara, I hope you're reading this. :)
Anyway, enjoy!
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What.
The.
Hell.
My heart had stopped beating, my mouth had gone dry. I stood there watching them kiss. The girl was undoubtedly beautiful; I could see that, even though she was pressed against Will, limiting my view of her. She was tall, tanned, and slim, with flawless skin. Her blonde hair was styled into pretty ringlets. I couldn't see much of her eyes; they were closed, but I betted they were blue.
I took a deep, shuddering breathe. I couldn't believe this was happening. Will was meant to be my BOYFRIEND.
The girl finally pulled back and surveyed him. Will stared at her.
"What... what are you doing here, Cassy?" Will whispered.
The girl, Cassy, looked ignorant. "What a way of greeting your girlfriend, Will! How about, 'OMG, Cass, it's so great to see you!'"
The girl definitely had an American accent.
And she was his girlfriend.
Cassy suddenly noticed me, standing in the doorway. Her eyes ran over me, from head to toe, and her smiling mouth turned up into a sneer.
"And who are you?" She asked, with disgust clear in her voice.
I didn't answer her; I just spun on my heel and ducked into the kitchen. I grabbed my bag and coat, and then walked back into the hall, heading for the door. Before I could reach the door, Will called my name.
"Freya, wait, don't go. I can explain," he pleaded.
It was my turn to look disgusted.
"Don't even bother," I said, and then I left.
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Half an hour later, I was pacing up and down the streets, randomly. I needed someone, someone that would understand.
Chaz.
I loved Chaz's house. I loved everything about it, from the size and the warmth and the cosiness to the people in it. Chaz's mother was just like Chaz, kind, warm and loyal. She was like a REAL mum, you know? Not like mine, who practically lived at the spa, and who was hardly home. No, Chaz's mum made brownies. Real ones, from scratch. She accepted Chaz for who he was.
I didn't like his dad as much, who was homophobic. He didn't admit to himself that his son was gay. It was always really awkward when he was in the house, but luckily, this wasn't often.
When I approached the house, there were not cars in the driveway, which was good.
I knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, Chaz answered. He looked pretty surprised to see me. It wasn't often that I came round his house without warning. With one look at my face, he automatically knew something was wrong.
He ushered me into the house, and when the door was firmly closed, he took me into his arms.
"Oh, sweetie, what happened?" He murmured, softly stroking my hair. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to stop the tears leaking out my eyes.
He led me into the sitting room, sat me on the sofa, and went into the kitchen.
A few minutes later he reappeared, sporting two cups of coffee, and some biscuits.
He sat them down on the table, and turned to face me.
"Now, tell me what happened," he probed gently.
I did. It all spilled out so quickly, my hurt, my confusion. He listened without interrupting, just understanding. When I finished, he pulled me in for another hug.
"Oh, honey, I feel for you, I really do. But do you know the whole story? Did you let him explain?"
I shook my head.
"I'm not telling you what to do, but maybe you should. There might be a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this mess."
I gave him a disbelieving look. "What, an explanation for a girl turning up on my doorstep, kissing him, and then claiming to be his girlfriend? When he was meant to be my boyfriend? I don't think so."
"Just give it a try"
I didn't want to, but I saw his reasoning. I had to let Will speak, at least.
I thanked Chaz, gave him a kiss, and a hug, and walked home.
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Next bit tomorrow! Let me know if you like it. Oh, and do you like this layout of my writing, or the old one? Oh, and thank you for all the votes and comments I've had so far. I really appreciate it! WickedLovely. X
