You Can't Have it All || a.g

1.2 The Ugly

Ariana

"Graham." I mumble quietly, anxiously looking around for Calum. I've never needed a waiter so much in my entire life. I peer up at the standing man, who's lips are curled into a smirk and is smirking down... at me.

I shift uncomfortably under his gaze, but I cross my legs and look at him fully now, my head tilted completely upwards to see him. My eyes burn into his with confidence, the confidence that I built up in the past few years.

"You look lovely, after all these years." Graham tries to remininsce and I let out a harsh laugh as he sits in the seat in front of me.

"Don't even, Graham. You're acting as if its been three hundred years after war." I say calmly, shrugging slightly. "You mean nothing to me, now. I don't know why you're trying to talk to me."

As I talk, I notice his eyes laying upon my breasts. Push-up bras do miracles. I clear my throat, and roll my eyes. He frowns.

"Did you even hear what I said?"

"Yes, I did." The male sighs, scrunching his eyebrows together. "I'm trying because you're fucking making it hard not to, Ariana." My eyebrows shoot up, and before I could respond, Calum finally returns with my food and a smile on his lips.

But that adorable smile fades as soon as he sees Graham. He glances at me, and he raises an eyebrow, and I'm pretty sure I look pissed, so Calum's just reading between the lines here.

"Didn't know you'd have a guest, Ariana." Calum finally breaks the nerve wracking silence. I'm thankful. But I hate his choice of words. "Who might this be?"

"He's not my guest." I speak, while Graham says, "I'm her friend."

We glare at each other and Calum chuckles awkwardly.

He mouthes silently to me when Graham isn't looking, "Ex boyfriend?"

I nod, and stare at the ugly again when Calum saunters away. "What do you want, Graham?" I ask, finally.

He tilts his head at me, and there is a smile on his face. He's become more attractive over the years. His hair is slightly curly, but his features are chizzled and defined. I shake my head inwardly and shoo my thoughts about the ugly away.

His hand slithers across the table to touch mine and I jerk it away. "You're ruining my lunch, dude."

The smirk is back, and I realize how much of a cock he's become. "I wanted to take you out. Maybe get familiar with each other again."

He's flirting with me and its my turn to smirk. I don't even eat my pizza but I push it towards him, so it hits his leather jacket. The tomato sauce smears on the surface. I stand up, with my coke bottle in hand. My red lips are by his ear as I lean down to whisper to him, "Never in your wildest dreams, dickhead."

And when I walk away, I see his baffled, flabbergasted expression my smirk grows from my new beat of confidence.

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I'm exhausted. The day is over and I'm in my car again. The reality of College smacks me in the face and I hate it- or I suddenly hate it.

I haven't even left the campus yet and I'm sitting in my car, staring ahead at the rest of the students.

I remind myself of who they are though.

Abbie Haggar, the girl who looks creepily like me, but not remotely close. No one noticed her yet, she's very shy; but then again, I noticed her so that should be enough. She's walking towards her boyfriend, which is my ex boyfriend. Jordan Viscomi or something.