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Chapter Six

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Alexandria

I stared at my menu, looking at the huge variety of choices I could choose from. Me and Zachary were at a restaurant downstairs of his apartment and I couldn't be any more happier than to be out of a closed room with him. Don't get me wrong, he's good looking and all, but he's a pain in my ass. And he knows it too. I hear him clear his throat and I don't bother looking up at him. He clears his throat again and I ignore him. Okay, yes I am being childish, but he deserves every bit of it! He treats me as if I'm some troubled scum of a teenager and it bothers me. I shouldn't let his opinion get the best of me, but it's really hard, honestly. I continue to scourge my menu until I feel water dripping into my lap. I snap my head up above the menu, to see Zachary pouring coke onto my skirt, "You Idiotic jerk! Why would you do that?" I shout, getting up from my chair to wipe off the spill on my pants, which looked like I peed myself, since this is a white skirt.

Zach just smirks at me, "I think it suits you quite well," he say innocently, before he starts cracking up, laughing at me.

I grab the napkins on the table and sit back down, dabbing the stain. People around start to stare at me and I realize I'm, no Zach is making a scene, "Why the hell would you do that to me? Do you not have any morals?" I whisper shout and he stares at me incredulously, "What is the matter with you?" I glare at him, not bothering to clean up my skirt, as it's already stained by now.

"Do you seriously expect me to believe that bullshit?" he asks more seriously and I shrug, "I've been sitting here trying to get your attention this whole time, but no, you wanted to play games and act like a snobby bitch that I, and the whole world knows," he snaps, leaning back into his chair, crossing his arms.

I flinch at his words and I immediately fight the tears forming. I will not give this man, no, this boy, the satisfaction of making me cry. I look away from his cold glare and I shake my head slowly. How did my world turn into this? Yes, I was being a bit of a priss, but he doesn't know me whatsoever, so what makes him think he can talk to me like that? I stand from my chair and look him in the eyes with a cold, blank stare, "Have fun at your premiere," I say monotonous and I turn from his table, leaving him alone. He doesn't bother to call my name or stop me, and I don't bother to stand and watch.

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The cab stops in front of my apartment building and I get out a twenty and hand it to the driver, muttering a quick 'thank you'. I get out of the cab, shutting the yellow door behind me softly. Walking up the steps to the glass doors, I smile at the doorman, who greets me with a friendly smile, "How's your day Ms. Braden?" he asks me.

"It's been great, thank you Oliver," I lie to the old man. I didn't want to, but I don't want his pity. I go straight to the elevators and press the up button, waiting for it to open. Once it finally does, I step in, with another young couple trailing behind me. They just smile at me politely, "What floor?" I ask them.

"Six," the man replies, taking his girlfriend's hand, or wife, as I notice a ring on both their fingers. I push mine and their floor numbers, and step back, to lean on the railing.

"That doesn't look like an easy stain to remove," the girl winces, motioning to the stain on my skirt, which I have completely forgotten of. Probably explains why I received a few strange glances in the lobby.

"Oh, yes, well a fri- this guy spilt it on me, purposely," I shrug, stuttering at the fact I almost called Zach a friend, which he'll never be.

"Oh dear, did he literally pour it on you?" the girl asks, as the elevator stops at level three, to let on several more people.