A/N heyyy everybody i just thought id write a little something because im not awesome at keeping up with long stories lol soooo enjoy !
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I effing hate my hair. Like, literally. I have somewhere to be in just under thirty minutes and I, for the life of me, cannot get it to stay put! I fight the urge to hurl my brush across the room, which it has already popped out of place three times in the impossible mission to tame this mess on my head. I gave up and put it in a messy bun disguised as an elegant one. Ha, take that hair.
I hurry downstairs and into the foyer to put on my black stilletto pumps and stop when i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look amazing and I so wish he was here to see me on my night. But he's not my subconscious frowns at me. I look over to the table in the corner at a photo of us on our first anniversary... nevermind that I tell myself while shaking the traitorous thoughts from my mind.
I pull up to a posh hotel, looking every bit the beautiful, untroubled woman everyone wants to see. I toss my keys to the valet, take a deep breath, and walk through the doors that are being graciously held open for me. I mutter a thanks as I walk through and immediately know where im headed by all the chatter floating towards me from the huge double doors at the other side of the lobby. This place looks nice, I should stay here sometime... anyways, I would through the doors and everyone turns to look at me
"Say cheese," and before I can react, three flashes blind me in rapid succession. Oh well, I hope atleast one of them came out alright. Im greeted by every freaking person in the room while scavenger hunting for a placecard with my name on it. I finally find it and take my seet, waiting for the circus to begin. I hate these stupid gatherings where the rich try to brag to eachother about how rich they are. I snort aloud and get a couple funny looks. I just shrug and turn to my champagne, which is not chiled in the least bit. Its actually making me mored thirsty than I already was.
I watch as Clown #1 gets on stage and bothers with the formalities. My inner asshole struggles to not yell "GET ON WITH IT" and then point at the man next to me. I giggle at the thought and recieve weird loks once again. Jeez people, lighten up. "Miss Cynthia Harroway!" I hear my name and everyone turns to me, applauding loudly. Crap, I missed my introduction, I think as I plaster a fake smile on my face and mutter thank yous all the way to the stage.
"This every accomplished young woman has recently made a breakthrough in our study of economically sustainable weaponry and will be awarded a golden crest for all her efforts paid off," he smiles handing me the damn thing. I smile and play the part very well, until I notice him walking backwards and motioning towards the mic. Damn it they want a speech! My subconscious squeaks at me and I realize I'm very ill prepared for all this flashy crap.
"Thanks so much to everybody on my base, it really was a group effort. Oh and I must especially thank Mr. Conelly he has been my mentor from day one and I doubt I would be half as brilliant without him," Pause for laughter, "it is an honor to accept this on behalf of the United States military, thank you." Huh, that didn't go so bad. As I make my way back to my seat I have about a dozen people in my face congratulating me and it's giving me a headache. I have to get the hell out of here!
I wait for the perfect moment to graciously bow out and B line it for my car. Valet hops out and I hop in throwing a tip in his face. I gave him a little extra to make up for my rudeness. As I pull out onto the main road my mind starts to wander. Caleb. Oh how I miss him so. My little chocolate secret, I giggle to myself at the thought. You see, I didn't exactly grow up in the best neighborhood. It didn't make matters any easier that I was a thick little white girl in a dominantly black and spanish part of town. By the time I was fifteen every girl wanted to kick my ass and every guy wanted to lick it. No exaggeration. The little asshole across the street was the worst, made my life hell. My mom hated his mom and the feeling was mutual, so naturally we hated eachother too.
It wasn't until was eighteen and ready to blow that popsicle stand for good, that I fell in love. See, the little boy across the street had gone to some juvenile facility for three years and lets just say it had done him some good. He came like a thief in the night and stole my breath away. I was taking out the trash one night and froze to the spot when I saw a dark figure lurking up against the fence.
Holy shit I'm going to die! I thought as I noticed the rather large body standing not fifteen feet away from me. Arms crossed over his chest, I know he's watching me! I look to the front door, should I make a run for it? All these thoughts start running through my head as my adrenaline spikes. He unfolds his arms and walks determinedly towards me. I inhale deeply, prepared to scream when he walks under the light with a finger to his lips. Why does he look so familiar?
"Cyn. You sure are looking good," he smiles appreciatively at me. Holy shit hes effing gorgeous. I know it cant be,
"Caleb? Is that you? You prick! You scared the daylights out of me!" I whisper-yell at him. He just laughs, a deep sound coming from a deep down place. Hmm...
"I see you are still stuck up and bitchy as ever, tell me.. have you let any of these brothers out here wax that ass yet? Or you still actin' scared?"
I bust out laughing at his audacity, "Is that really the first thing you're going to say to me after stalking my life while I take out the trash? Freakin weirdo," I scowland cross my arms over my large chest. I'm currently in pajamas and no bra. Embarrassing.
"You called me a prick! And stalking? You? Hardly." he snorts and just keeps staring at me. WHY IS HE LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
"Stop staring. Your eyeballs are going to fall out of your head," I roll my eyes and make towards my house, dismissing his disrespectful ass.
"Oh honey you can walk away now but you will be seeing me around a lot more often so you better get used to it!" he calls while running towards his house.
"Joy," I mutter while shutting my front door none too gently.
