I Met Him On Omegle(occasional updates)

3: Thinking of You

It's been two weeks since I talked to Brad, and everyday for the past two weeks I couldn't stop thinking about him. To him it was probably a meaningless conversation with a complete stranger, but to me it wasn't.

I felt like he took my problems away. I felt like that one conversation on a screen was better than any that I've ever had. I didn't even ask him for his number or e-mail address, nothing.

I sighed. Something that I do so often that my friends called me "the sigh master".

"Chloe? You okay?" I looked up and met eyes with Liam.

"I'm fine."

He sighed, "You don't seem like yourself these days. You always seem...depressed. Like that night when we played COD you just sat there..literally just sat there doing nothing."

I shook my head, "Liam, do you think it's crazy for someone to travel across the country for someone they barely know?"

He laughed, "What kind of question is that? Of course!"

I sighed again. "Of course it is. What was I thinking?"

"Wait", Liam said, "are you referring to yourself?"

"No," I lied. "I was just asking."

I looked down at my lunch tray, the ham sandwich, water, and cookie was untouched. "Do you want my lunch?"

"Chloe, you have to eat and you have to talk to me. What's bothering you so much?"

"Nothing, I'm..on my period." Liam practically choked on his sweet tea when he heard my comment.

After a few minutes of coughing and hacking he replied,"Seriously? "

I nodded and smiled, "I promise, there's nothing to worry about."

He took a sip of his tea and wiped his lips. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, stop worrying, you'll lose all of your luscious blonde hair."

Almost immediately his hands shot up to his head and hovered them above his hair as if he was protecting it, "Don't joke about my hair!"

I let out a laugh, something I haven't done since the past two weeks.

Liam grinned, "You finally laughed."

"Thanks, Liam."

"Anytime, doll." Liam calls me doll all the time, I don't know why but he always did.

The bell rang a few minutes later and we returned to our classes.

I took a seat in the back of the class; Lauren later took the seat behind me.

"Hey Chloe."

I turned around in my seat,"What is it?"

"So..have you heard about Tyler?"

I turned around in my seat almost immediately after that name was mentioned.

"You don't wanna know?" Lauren questioned.

I shook my head. " I don't care about him," I stated, still facing frontwards.

"Apparently he transferred."

My eyes widened. He transferred? That was probably why he wasn't here for two straight days. I just thought he was sick or something.. But he transferred?

I turned around. "He did?"

She nodded and squealed, " I knew it! You still care about him!"

I sighed, " Not really, I'm just a little bit curious."

"Well apparently his dad got a job in California and yeah, the family packed their bags and moved to Sacramento."

"How'd you know about this?"

"I asked his friends, duh."

"Excuse me, would you two like to finish your conversation? I mean, I can wait for you ," Mr. Lyons, our chemistry teacher, said.

Mr. Lyons was my least/most favorite teacher. I didn't like him because he didn't know how to teach...like at all. But he's young (26), and understood his students unlike the other older teachers.. plus he's cute...

"No sir," me and Lauren muttered in unison.

I went home after work that day and decided that I should stop thinking about Brad and focus on my college applications.

Okay, so I was accepted to Alabama and Auburn University but was rejected by UCLA and Florida University. I understood why I was rejected. Those schools were way better than Alabama and Auburn.

Before I knew it I began thinking about Brad and how he said he was taking a gap year even though he was accepted to Cambridge.

I shook my head, "No Chloe, stop it."

In the end I ended up researching Manchester and its population. Turns out Manchester was a pretty big city.

I groaned and leaned against my bed board. "What am I doing? It's not like I'm crazy enough to actually go to the U.K and go find him...right?"

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Brad's P.O.V

Stupid American girl..why can't I get you out of my head? Everywhere I look I feel like I could see her smile and every time I close my eyes I feel like I could see her beautiful brown eyes.

"Bloody hell, " I cursed under my breath.

"Something wrong mate?" My friend, Ashley, asked, looking up from his mobile phone.

"No."

Ashley let out a chuckle, "Of course there is, I can almost see the stress coming out of you."

I shook my head, "It's not stress. It's more like there's someone haunting me."

"Haunting? You? Who in the bloody hell would do that?"

"A girl."

Ashley gave me a weird look, "What do you mean?"

I sighed and picked up my tea and took a sip. I took a look around the cafe and discovered it was just the two of us..besides the workers.

"I met a girl online..about two weeks ago."

"Really? Was she pretty?"

I nodded, "She was beautiful."

"Where does she live? Does she live near here? We could drive to her house and tell her to stop haunting you" Ashley said.

"She's American."

"...Sorry?"

" She's from America."

"You plan on seeing her soon?"

"No...yes? I don't know."

"Mate," he started and put a hand on my shoulder, "you're crazy."

"You should meet her Ashley, man, you would love her. I mean..she has the most amazing laugh and when she smiled..you couldn't help but smile with her."

"Hmm sure, did she ask you about One Direction?"

"No, actually, she didn't."

"Really? Now that's something you don't hear every day."

I nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"You're crazy if you're thinking about going to the states for this girl. How would you even find her?"

"I'm not saying that I'm actually going."

"Well get the idea out of your head," Ashley commanded, "you seem like a mad man."

I let out a sigh and dropped back against my seat. "Bloody hell, I'm going crazy for her."

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Chapter three!!

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p.s I don't really know British slang that well I'm literally imagining if Marcus Butler or Joe Sugg would say those things.