chapter nineteen~~ beach

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"Octavia you do count occasionally." Jack says.

"Its fine." Octavia answers,"Anyway was my actual name Octavia or like did you name me it."

"We named you it because of Shakespeare." Esmay explains.

"Wasn't Cesar's wife or something called Octavia?" Ryder says.

"Correct she was." Max grins.

"Okay, Ryder can we do something today?" Octavia asks.

"But I wanna go shopping." Tris sulks.

"Come on I'm sure they have things they want to do." Eduardo wiggles his eyebrows.

"Dad..." Ryder rolls his eyes.

"So you don't want to... " Octavia glares at him.

"Wait I do." Ryder manages to say.

"This is funny." Danielle laughs as her and Giselle both eye up some locals.

"Now I want a piece of that cake..." Giselle says pointing at a boy.

"Well I'll have the straight one." Danielle points over to another who's talking to a girl while the other talks to a guy.

Ryder lifts up Octavia and throws her over his shoulder, saluting everyone before winking as he leaves.

"Bye guys I have a girl to make busy." He says huskily.

"OI! Caveman put me down." Octavia wiggles her legs as he carries her too the hotel.

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Later on they are getting dressed, when Ryder gets a phone call.

"Baby, I need to take this." He kisses her on the forehead and walks away.

She gets up and listens to the conversation, outside the door.

"Yes.... We're at the hotel.... Yes she doesn't know.... She'll be gone later cause her sisters are taking her shopping.... Its a secret of course I've not told her..." Ryder says and Octavia feels her heart drop and her cheeks flush.

He's trying to get rid of me, that absolute douche. She stomps out of the hotel room, annoyed and frustrated. That cheating bastard, walking out into the high streets by herself.

She comes by a small café, a cup of joe is needed. Walking in the smell of grinded coffee beans hits her, the shuttle underlying aroma of cherry bakewells and cinnamon rolls. Pastries and goodies.

Sitting down away from the door so she doesn't feel the constant draft. As she orders a latte and a zappole. As she sits down, she sees someone it can't be him. Ducking in case he saw her....

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Authors note:

I know I haven't updated in ages lollipop1020cupcake so this chapter was short I've had writers block for this story and it pissed me off so fucking much so here you go some disclaimers I can't upload as frequently due to school.

Coursework is a bitch, and I need to catch up in maths as well. But I'm writing my other stories so my new one that is nearly finished Rejection and Desire and I'm trying to finish a couple of others. But at the moment I'm in lots of pain so grrr hate being a girl sometimes.

Love you all

Hollie

Xoxoxo

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