Chapter 10: Living up to my reputation, you know.

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Teresa's POV

I woke up on a bed, which certainly wasnt Azriels, I dont even remember climbing down from the roof.

Meaning I slept on the roof. Really?

I started scanning the room, it was a large room which had really old posters of Spanish and German football teams, but in particular, Bayern Munich and Real Madrid.

Real fucking Madrid! Really? Whoevers room is this, has no idea, how idiotic it is to let me sleep in a room full of Sergio Ramos face.

I looked around the room a bit more and saw a full-length with a large white couch.

Then I saw the most beautiful thing ever, an extremely large bookshelf with a quote wall on its side. I literally jumped out of the bed and went towards the shelf and took out a book, it was titled

Inkspell by Cornelia Funke

I had never heard of the book, so I carefully turned to the first page, there was a piece of paper, it said, Happy Birthday Riah, Love Savannah.

Who the fuck is Savannah?

OR who the hell is Riah?

Of course he is Zeke, Zechariah!

I kept the book back angrily, why angrily? I dont know.

Then I went towards the quote wall, it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, I caressed my hand softly on the wall, reading my favourite quotes.

"Liked it?" Came a voice and that was when I realized whose room it was.

"You read?" I asked the green eyed guy.

"Nope, I use the pages to wipe my nose." He replied sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and started to go out of the room rather angrily, but that idiot comes in my way.

"You are not going anywhere, just stay." But he was interrupted by the bitch of his stepmother.

"Oh, Zechariah, you are here? This girl again?" Saying that she grabbed me by my hand and dragged me out of his room and all the way to the attic, the thing worser than the attic was that Zeke didnt do anything to stop her.

"So I am a prisinor now" I asked glaring at her.

"The second Zeke and Annes wedding date is fixed, you can happily go back to your house."

She spoke making her way back but she didnt go before saying, "You should stop acting like a middle class girl because you and I both know you are no such thing!"

This woman is certainly mad.

I looked around the attic, it looked like a normal one, there was a small box filled with pictures, one of the albums in there was marked Savannahs property, if you touch it, you will regret it.

Me being a curious cat opened the album, the first page showed a picture of Zeke from when he was hardly eight and a pretty girl who was nearly the same age was standing beside him, both of them looked seriously angry, like they didnt want their photo taken.

On the photo it was signed, you will always be the one I love the most.

Who the hell was this girl?

I turned the pages, they were filled with the picture of the girl, Savannah, and Zeke together, in most of the pictures both of them were scowling but in a few of them they had a genuine smile on their faces.

I kept turning the pages and there was a photo that intrigued me the most, a girl was hugging that Savannah girl, it looked like both of them were laughing. You can only see half the face of that another girl. Then it hit me, who that girl was.

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