Chapter 2: Taking care of business

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I had to take a deep breath because it was the one and only... Daniel James Seavey who was staring at me. I was completely mesmerized by him. but I knew that with everything that has been going on after the accident I couldn't become close to him. I had to find Kimberly and Betsy before anything could happen, since I couldn't find the girls I texted the gc to tell the girls that I was going to go home because I have a busy day ahead of me. I mean with the whole finding out about the accident and who would want me to be classified as dead I have a lot on my plate and dragging someone into it at this point would not help my case at all it would just harm it. I ask the bartender for my leather jacket and purse so that I can get ready for my Uber to come and take me home.

I make my way to the front of the club right as I'm about to step outside someone taps my arm and for a second, I think it's one of the girls because neither one of them answered my text that I sent. I turn around and I realize that the person is taller than me so once we meet eyes... again I get this frantic look in my eyes. Now some people would think that I would be acting like a fan girl and trust me I was on the inside but on the outside, I just knew that I had to get back home. It was like he could tell that I was frantic, or he just thought that I was being a fan girl because he said something to me to like try and calm me down... I just turned around and quickly left the club, looked for my Uber, and went home. Once I walked inside my home all that was going through my mind was that I just had a moment with Daniel... he literally followed me and tried to calm me down.

I opened the door to my apartment and went straight to the shower because I felt so dizzy and out of it. It feels like a dream... after I finish with my shower I put on my pjs, put my hair up, then went to bed.

6:30am ~ the next day~

I woke up without a hangover, THANK GOD! I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, washed my face and decided on the clothes I wanted to wear today. I was going for a casual look. So I decided on a black tank with some low waisted distress jeans. and some heels. I take my hair from out of the bun from last night and since my hair still looked decent I just left it, then I put on a little more makeup. After I did that I checked my phone to see that I had so many text messages from Betsy and Kimberly about last night. I feel like if I got one more text from them last night my phone would have literally exploded... I decided to finally text them to see what the all of the commotion was about.

Me: Hey, why are you guys blowing up my phone I thought I told you that I was leaving last night?

Betsy: Seriously,,, you ran into Daniel on your way out of the club. Why didn't you talk to him?

Me: I had something important to do...

Kimberly: I call bull...

Me: Fine, I told you guys that I can't get that close to someone and he someone that I really wanna get close to....

Kimberly: Fine, but when you run into him you better at least say something to him. Plus he looked to be really into you...

Betsy: I bet you $50 that you are going to run into him today...

Me: You sound so sure that I will run into him anyway I have to go. I have things to do and I have little time to do them. Bye ~xoxo~

I grabbed my little sweater and left the house proceeding to the place in which this "business meeting" will be. So, after a couple minutes I arrive where I'm supposed to be but I don't remember exactly which building I'm supposed to go to. As I start to call the person I was supposed to meet someone bumps into me, I brace myself for impact, but I never fell. the person who bumped into me caught me. I was about to yell at him but once I looked up I realized that I would have to pay Betsy her money because I ran into Daniel again... what are the odds of me running into him today...?? Right as he was about to talk to me my phone rang, and I realized it was who I was meeting up with.

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