So Much More

Twenty-seconds of Bravery

This chapter is going to be a little different than the other chapters since this one would be divided into a couple of parts from different point of views. Hope it doesn't confuse you.

Oh and there's going to be some R rated scenes on this chapter, if you're uncomfortable or you're under 18 years-old please skip the last part of the chapter. Viewers discretion is advised.

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Whoever came up with the saying you only start to miss something when it's gone was a fucking genius. And she didn't mean that lightly. It was truly an eye-opening moment when she heard Jamie and Hellen were going on a date that night.

That could be you if you hadn't brilliantly chosen to lie to him, she thought to herself before cursing inwardly.

Even though she had heard it herself while she accidentally heard their conversation – or could that actually be considered eavesdropping – when Hellen told her about it the following morning, she still felt like someone had punched her in the gut. And that punch had been hard. They were sitting at the picnic bench near the food buffet, Hellen with her small fruit tart and her with a tall glass of lemonade. Safe to say that lemonade had came out of her mouth in the form of her spitting it out.

She doubted Hellen bought her excuse; saying that she was just surprised they would go on a date so quickly. Hellen, the sweetheart that she was, had proceeded by asking if Dakota was truly alright with it, promising to cancel the date if she had changed her mind. So she did what any rational person would do; she smiled and faked her excitement.

Since her shooting schedule for that day wasn't all that packed, Hellen had asked Dakota to help her pick out an outfit for the date. Even though she felt like she was slowly dying on the inside, she couldn't help but smile at Hellen's child-like excitement over the date. It was refreshing and so different from whenever she had to help a friend get ready for a date.

In the back of her mind, she knew Emily would be cussing and cursing at her if she knew she was helping with the date. She also knew that Emily would be on her phone to her mother, sisters, her dad, Kelly and possibly her brothers in just a few moments to tell them to knock some sense into her. Some days she felt really lucky to know that she had such a tight knit group, other times she wasn't.

So that was how she found herself on a Saturday night, while everyone was out having fun – the whole gang had decided to hit the karaoke before having a movie marathon at Isaac's suite ­– she was locked in her own room, wallowing in self-pity with the help of Johnny Walker and his friends. Though Caroline, Elizabeth and Shailene had asked, then beg and almost dragged her out of her room, she had stood her ground. She feigned tiredness which was true since she had barely slept last night. Sleep only came to her as dawn was breaking and even then, about forty-three minutes later she was awoken by her alarm.

She glanced at the time in her phone indicating that it was 8:15 pm. If either of them was late, there was a big chance that the date was just starting. And seeing as how Hellen was just starting to curl her thick mane at a quarter to eight, she would bet her money that she was late. She wasn't even a betting person.

Turning on the television, she flipped the channels to see what could distract her from having this torturous thought in her mind as Hellen and Jamie would be having the time of their lives on this date. From a drama-induced reality show to a whole 2-hour documentary on china plates, the selection was getting more and more boring every time she clicked on another channel. She was about to give up and open up Netflix when a scene caught her eye. It was her. And Jamie.

It was the Fifty Shades Darker. How ironic.

She let the movie lull her into a universe where she wasn't Dakota Johnson but rather Anastasia Steele with her English literature degree and BDSM relationship. Jamie wasn't Jamie Dornan her sexy and unattainable co-star but rather Christian Fucking Grey, the eccentric billionaire who would swept Ana off her feet. It took her back to time, quite literally as her mind drifted off to their shooting days.