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02

this is a flashback- this when her and Harry meet. 

Is it all that surprising? No. Did I want to bash someone's head into a tombstone? Yes, I did. Sigh.

My green eyes looked up towards the coming horizon as the sun's premature rays began to splinter across the sky marking it in slashes of dark purple, cobalt, red-orange, and a miniscule amount of yellow. The air was sharp, pure, and frigid and I felt it beat against my exposed skin. The last forty-eight hours didn't make a lick of sense to me and I stood on the edge of the highest cliff trying to sort it all out.

Jerome was back. That was the first thought I could process easily enough. My ex was back, having snuck his way into town during the dead of night. I had mixed feelings about his sudden, not so sudden arrival. I was happy that he was home again. It had never been my dream for him to crawl under a rock and die after he betrayed me with her best friend, or to put an entire continent between us.

Out of sight, out of mind is what Sarah tried to tell me, but I just didn't get it. Jerome was the first guy I took a chance on and it blew up in my face. It was yet another slight from someone I allowed herself to be vulnerable with and what did he do? Stabbed me in the back and made me feel I wasn't good enough yet again.

Taking a deep breath I then shifted my thoughts to Maria. Bitterness and resentment was still a strong, nasty taste in my mouth whenever I spared my ex-best friend a thought. There had been a time she could say with absolute certainty that no matter what, Maria would have my back. Well, she had proven that was no longer applicable.

Maria cared about people—sure, but her priorities were jacked. Okay fine, she couldn't decided which boy in our college she wanted to screw, but why did everyone else have to get dragged into her endless drama?

There, Maria was, standing alone by the door, inhaling the last bitter remains of the smoke that had escaped the cigarette inbetween her fingers. I didn't know why she decided to come here, for the photoshoot, it quite ill-advised of her to face me when I'm in my worst mood.

Right now, I had just realised how much I hated her---not just for being the person my ex slept with but for using me for useless drama. 

Then a boy walked towards her, she smiled at him flirtly, but she kept her posture and tried to ignore him. I creased my brows---she never flirted like this. She would always make the first moves, I tried to see what the guy was saying but it was all jumbled up.

As if he wasn't speaking English. 

She laughed loudly- which was quite fake, slapping his shoulder. Before I could curse her and her stupid flirtation moves, a hand was placed on my shoulder. It was my mother. "You're not getting involved with him," she said sternly. I looked back at the boy who was talking to Maria, then back at her. I didn't understand what she meant. "I know what she did with Jerome was bad but you're not using this boy to get back at her, understand me?"

My mother knew me so well, but this time, it wasn't enough. "First, I wasn't going to use him for revenge---second, I don't know who he is. I just saw him talking to her, I think he's one of her sex buddies," I said bitterly, but jokingly. "I'm not like that. Who is he anyway?" I asked her.

"He's one of the models for this term- he's actually one of our best ones." She smiled, patting my back as she walked away. But before her presence was gone, she gave me a warning look. 

I couldn't see his features; his whole body was turning towards the outside, so all I saw a dark shade overshadowing him. But I could her- definitely. The bitch would always been seen if there was a boy around. Then he turned around, his eyes wondering all over the place, until he peered at me, once he realised that I had been staring at him.