Prologue [Picture of Jennifer (Stephanie)]

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Hi guys, I'm back! It's been a while since my last two books, and wow. I'm looking through them and I can't believe just how bad my grammar was back then. Well, I'm back and with a new story! Whoop, whoop! I'm going to post Chapter 1 then post Chapter 2 after 5 likes or comments. I need some feedback, loves! <3

PS. There are hints of rape, but I do not worry. Just some sexual harassment. If you'd like to skip that stuff, find the (#%##%##%#) sign and that'll clue that the scenes are over.

- Christina

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CHAPTER ONE.

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February 14th. 9:00 P.M.

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"It's love, Stace. I swear what I have with James...it's beyond what anyone can imagine."

Eighteen year old, Jennifer Whitman smiled into the air as she described how much she exactly loved her boyfriend. This was the first relationship to have lasted more than a year, in other words, success for the love-starved woman.

After landing a job at the local Starbucks near her house, she was studying to become a business worker, working hard for two years to get the credit in her AP courses that she needed to land a career she wanted.

"I'm pretty sure it's not, Jen. I mean, I've seen guys like him. He's nice and okay-looking, but someone who you'd never get. No offense. But he's just...way too nice. Kind of suspicious, don't you think? He's a Football Captain, while you...you're in the Smarties Book Club! You might be striving now, I mean, it's pretty damn surprising you guys are still together after what? Two years? Anyways, he's gonna leave you. I swear, just break up with him. The sooner the better, right?" Stacy took a sip of her starching hot black coffee.

While Jennifer was the dreamer of fate and love, Stacy Preston was quite the opposite. Sarcastic and witty, Stacy didn't believe in love, maybe in physics, but definitely not in a person. Strangely, the woman psychiatrist to healthy relationship for Jen. Even if she wasn't interested in "love", she sure was interested in sex.

Of course, she had beyond gorgeous looks. With dazzling, blonde, wavy locks running down her back, and twinkling blue eyes, she was the exact replica...of what Jennifer didn't look like. She was skinny and most guys listed her as hot while Jen was all-around chubby and looked down upon most people.

"God, this has been, I don't know, the three hundredth time you've told me that. I mean, just 'cause he still hasn't slept with you, doesn't need to make you so suspicious of him."

Jen pushed back her glasses, innocent in her words, but still protective for her own boyfriend.

It was Valentine's Day, and she was stuck in a coffee shop, talking on and on to her best friend. If it weren't for that awful trip the football players had to go for three days, she would have been snuggling close with James, or Jamie as she liked to call him.

Stacy sighed, knowing how deep her friend went with love.

"Don't worry, I've got the whole football team, I don't need another player." She smirked as she tossed her blonde hair to the side.

The girl absentmindedly looked out into the window as soon as something interesting caught at the glint of her eye. At first, she thought it was someone else before she looked at the picture before her closely.

"Jen..." She started, hoping her eyes were lying.

There that bastard was, on the wall of the coffee house, making out with someone obviously older by the looks of her bulging chest and long legs. A college girl. Her eyes turned to Jennifer, knowing - by the looks of it - that she saw them two, as well.

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