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Chapter 2

*Authors Note*

Thanks for all your support! This is chapter 2, slightly edited but of course there are always errors so I hope you can look past any errors and enjoy the true fundamentals!

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I sit in my car till all the lights in his house turn on. I see the shadow of Luke in the kitchen. He looked so mundane as if everything was ok. I touch my cheek it's both burning and freezing at the same time. Bel, that one word echoes in my head. What did it mean did he already forget my name or was he calling me beautiful? For all I know he was trying to get under my skin.  

            After shaking off what happen I text my mom and tell her that I am not going to the bakery because I have too much homework and I'm tired. I hated lying to my mom but I couldn't go to the bakery flustered over some guy I just met. My emotions are at an all time high so I think some herbal tea and a bath should put my head in a better place.  

             Driving down my street I see a flash of silver go past the front of my car. I slam on my breaks. I couldn't have run over anything, I couldn't have. I get out of my car and look under the wheels. Nothing, I do a full circle around my car and a full search of a nearby lawn. As I head back to my car I see a little silver kitten with wide black eyes sitting beside my driver's door.  "Well hello little guy." I say approaching the cat slowly. "Are you the one that ran in front of my car and gave me a heart attack?" I say in a bit of a baby voice. The road is dead so I slowly drop to a crouching position and stick my hand out to the cat. I have volunteered at the local animal shelter and we see stray cats all the time. It slowly walks towards my hand and I start to pet it. "See I'm not so bad." I slowly pick up the cat and check for any harm. Its leg looks like it had been bitten by some pretty big teeth and the tail has very little hair on it. I walk to my car, cat in hand and drive the block to my house.

            I unlock the door and turn on all the lights, no one has been in the house since this morning so it was a bit cold, it was refreshing, I wish the house was this temperature all the time. I took a deep breath. I headed to the kitchen to get the cat a bowl of milk and supplies to clean it up. My kitchen is old. It looks like it came out of a seventies diner complete with the red vinyl seats. I set the cat down on the black and white checkered floor and get to work. I first go to the fridge, which looks out of place in this kitchen because it's a brand new French door fridge. This is the one thing that my mom has ever bought on her own and she was proud, even though we had to take down a dividing wall just to get those few inches. I grab the jug of milk and a bowl and hand it to the cat silently waiting at my feet. I go through all of my cupboards to find some tenser bandage that I can wrap on its leg and tail. The cat was no longer at my feet I walk to the living room and there it was on the couch. The thought of my parents finding out I brought this cat in to the house, well let's just say after my dad is done sneezing his brains out I will have to take it to the animal shelter. I walk to the cat slowly with warm water in a ceramic bowl, a towel and the bandage in hand. As the cat sleeps soundlessly on my couch I start to wash its leg and tail. The cat stirs but does not get up.  

            I successfully get all the bandages on, with minimal cuts, and carry the cat down the hall to my room. I set it down on my bed, setting some bandaged on my dresser. I then turn on my lights and look around. My room isn't that big; it can fit a double bed a desk and a dresser. The walls are a turquoise blue; Emma and I painted the walls when we were thirteen. I had to beg my mom to let us paint it by ourselves it took two days of the silent treatment and another week of begging but we finally did it.

I sigh deciding to clean. I start to sort my cloths, dirty in my basket near my wooden desk and clean on my bed. As I do this my thoughts wander to Luke. Why did he have to kiss me? It wasn't even on the mouth but it felt just as intense. We had just met why would someone do that? Did he like me? I laugh out loud. That boy could get a supermodel to love him, why me then?  I keep cleaning trying to not think about what could be and what could have been. I start feeling drowsy I slowly start to rest my head on the ground I can't keep from closing my eyes.