Secrets

Couldn't Say the Same for You

Blaire's P.O.V.

All I've heard for the past hour is my annoying cell phone ringing. When I first woke up, images from my nightmare were constantly running through my head, leaving me numb inside. I didn't want to do anything today, let alone go to work.

Once again, my ringtone goes off. I reach out and snatch it off the bedside table, not taking time to look at the caller ID before answering.

"Hello" I groan into the speaker.

"Blaire where are you? Ed will be here in less than an hour! You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago!" Sam, my manager yells into the phone.

Mentally cursing under my breath, I throw myself out of the bed and run to the bathroom.

"I'll be there in 15 minutes, bye."

Stepping into the shower, my body instantly relaxes under the hot water. I wash my hair, face, and body as fast as I can making it out in 8 minutes, a new record.

A shiver runs down my spine as I step into my cold bedroom. My bed is calling my name, it takes every bit of strength for me not to crawl back under the covers.

I basically have to drag myself to my closet to find something decent to wear for the day. I decide on black skinny jeans, an oversized sweater, and a beanie. Running to the bathroom, I apply concealer and little mascara.

I toss my phone in my purse and make my way downstairs. Before leaving, I grab a coat and scarf to protect me from the chilly London weather.

I hop into my car, driving to yet another day of torture.

"Good morning, Melanie." I say to the receptionist as I'm running into the recording studio.

"More like good afternoon." She mumbles more to herself than me.

I roll my eyes at her rude attitude, making a mental note to talk to Sam about her later.

"Finally you're here!" Sam lets out a frustrated sigh as I walk in the room.

"Good to see you too." I reply sarcastically as he rolls his eyes at me.

"No time for your mood, kid. We've got to get going."

The door to the studio opens, breaking the tension between Sam and I.

"Ah, Ed. Nice to see you." Sam greets him before I get the chance to.

"Hello, Sam." Ed walks over to where Sam is sitting to shake his hand.

"Hello, Blaire. How are you?" Ed directs his attention to me.

"I'm fine, thanks. You?" I ask while standing up to give him a hug.

His hug is gentle, innocent if you will. As he wraps his arms around me, I feel a warmth I haven't felt in a while.

"Let's get going you two!" Sam claps his hands together, interrupting me from my own little world.

After hours of working, I decide to take a break and go get a cup of coffee. I exit the small studio we have been in all morning, walking to the main lobby.

I look around for a stool, my short 5'3 height making it difficult to reach the cups placed on the shelf high above. To my luck, there is one in the cupboard below.

Placing the stool in front of the shelf, I hop onto it. Reaching to grab one cup failed miserably, all of the cups tumble down as well.

"Ugh" I groan in defeat.

I hear chuckling come from behind me as I look at the mess I have made. I feel eyes burning into my back as I bend down to pick up the cups.

"You know, you could help." I say, my back still turned away from the rude person.

"Or I could stand here and watch you." The husky voice replies, his voice filled with humor.

I turn around ready to give my best death glare, but what I see stops me. The most beautiful pair of green eyes stare into my own, leaving me in a trance of mezmiratmon.

My face obviously shows the spell he has put me under, his deep chuckles fill the room once again.

"Surprised at what you see?" His face is full of amusement, making me feel like a fool.

"No, not at all." I reply, my voice coming out much harsher than intended.

"Woah, no need to get mad babe."

My body freezes. That name. "Babe." Nobody has called me that since the incident, it brings back the worst memories. Silly, maybe. Painful, definitely.

"Are you alright, love?" He reaches his hand out to touch my arm.

"Don't touch me." I spit and turn on my heel to walk away.

This boy has done nothing but humiliate me, embarrass me, and bring back haunting memories meant to be left in the past.

"Nice to meet you" He calls out behind me, in more of a questioning way. I can only imagine the confusion written all over his face.

"Couldn't say the same for you" I mumble to myself.

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