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Chapter 6

It's been a week since the interview. John Luke wants to know what happened but I made the others promise not to say anything. I don't want everyone's pity. That's the last thing I want. I just wanted to go through this without anyone finding out... I don't want to be the poor defenseless girl who lost her dad. I want to be know as the strong one. That I can fight my own battles.

Not many people understand what it's like... and I want to prove that I know how to live my life with no boundaries. Only do what I want to do. Not what other people tell me to do.

So, that's how I decided what I was gonna do. I was gonna add more risks in my life. Because as of now, my life is boring as hell. I haven't done many things at all... Not that I'm proud of anyway. But first... I have to call my friends.

I picked up my phone and dialed everyone from my phone-only my friends of course-and told them my intentions. Paul thought I was crazy. Honestly I can see why he would think that. I mean, I've never stepped out of my comfort zone. The last time I tried to... things went bad.

*Flashback*

I was in school, trying to figure out a way to get back at Carrie. It was prank week. The one week teachers let kids pull pranks of a certain extent on each other.

Carrie put water balloons in my locker so when I opened it they would fall on me and break. Splashing me with all of the water. Everyone, and I mean everyone laughed at my reaction.

I got a few wolf whistles from the boys. I probably shouldn't have worn a black bra under a white shirt that day...

So, as if now, I am trying to figure out how to get her back. I can't do something to simple... nor something to big... it needs to be perfect.

*End Of Flashback*

Long story short, I may have put a bat in her locker and she screamed bloody murder. It was a harmless little animal! How was I supposed to know that was gonna happen?

Anyway the principal came running down the hall and I got into huge trouble. Like a week suspension kinda trouble. My mom just laughed at the situation.

Now I just wish I got it all on tape... it is on YouTube though so that's a plus.

"Hannah..." I turned my head to my door to see who was calling me. I have her a faint smile.

"What's up Sadie?" I asked.

"Why are you crying?" I didn't know I was until she said something. I quickly wiped my face free of the sticky tears.

"It's nothin." I laughed. "Just thinking about home."

"Oh." She came over and sat next to me. "Is it anything I can help out with?"

I shook my head no and told her the memory I was reliving. She gasped, laughed, and joked at the right times. So I knew she was paying attention. Once I was she wiped a few stray tears from laughing so hard away and suddenly became serious.

"What's wrong?" I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.

"You'll talk to me... but not John Luke. Hannah, he's worried sick about you." She said, her voice low.

I sighed "I know... I just... I don't know anymore!" I fell back onto the bed with my arms outstretched above me "Liking someone is a pain in the butt."

"I know what you mean... I help him with his crushes to. Along with Cole and Reed. But I can't go to them when I need help..." She said

"Ya, I went to Carrie for most things..." I sighed.

She nodded and we sat in silence. I had a feeling she was thinking of a way to get John Luke and I closer. and the truth is, I'm scared. I'm scared to get to know him better. I'm scared that he'll friend zone me and I won't ever stand a chance. I'm afraid he'll realise that I'm not worth his time.

I'm afraid he'll realise the mistake he made when he hired me to be part of the team.

Sadie saw my worry and she asked what was wrong. I told her it was nothing and she let it go. She left me alone and let me think. I don't know whether it was because she thought I need slave our she didn't want to deal with me right now.

I'm hoping its not the latter.

Continuing to stare at the ceiling I thought about all of the negative possibilities. Since my dad died that's all I look for. The negative outlook on things.

Hopefully one of these days, that'll all stop. And maybe one certain red neck brunette can change that.