What Happened That Summer

Chapter One

Author's Note!

Thank you for giving this book a chance! If you don't like, don't read it, just don't spam me with hate. This is my first completed book so don't judge if it's bad :), and NOTE THAT THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT. If you see any grammar mistakes feel free to point them out, just don't be rude about it, please! And if you enjoy this chapter, it'd be really nice if you could take two seconds to vote! And maybe you can take a minute to comment as well!

Okay, now I'm rambling. Oops.

-I.J.

Darcy let out a sigh of relief as she entered her apartment complex. She had completed her mission. She had gotten past the bustling crowds of New York City without spilling the coffee. She sighed as she looked at the elevators.

Out of order.

She let out a quiet groan as she looked at the stairs in front of her. At times like these, she hated having a seventh story apartment. She took a deep breath, as she prepared herself.

This wouldn't be that bad, would it?

Wrong.

Five minutes later, a panting Darcy Quinn finally made it up to the seventh floor. God, she needed to get in shape.

She held the two coffees in one arm, as her hand searched her bag for her keys. Once she finally found them, she unlocked the door, "Alex, I brought co- what the hell?" One of the coffee cups in Darcy's hand dropped to the hardwood floor as she took in the sight in front of her. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed.

Her fiancé's eyes met her, and they widened in panic. "Darce, I can exp-"

"Explain what? The fact that you were making out with my stepsister while I went to get your coffee? No explanation needed."

Amelia waved at her mockingly, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

Darcy took a deep breath in efforts to calm herself down. "Get out." she yanked her engagement ring off her finger and threw it into the general vicinity of the pair. "Get the hell out of my apartment, I'll give you ten minutes to pack your shit."

"Darce, I-"

"Nine minutes." she cut him off, before turning towards Amelia, "What are you still doing here?' I'm speaking to you as well! Get out! I don't want to see the two of you here ever again."

"But Darcy!" Amelia whined annoyingly, "I have nowhere to go! Plus my dad will kill you."

"Well, maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to make out with the guy I was supposed to get married to. You're twenty-five, Amelia, you should learn how to be independent and not run to your father every time you face a problem." Darcy retorted, glancing at her watch. "Eight minutes."

And eight and a half minutes later, they were gone.

***

Darcy looked like a trainwreck. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she had mascara as well as tears running down her face.

"What the fuck did that asshole do now?" An angry voice asked, causing Darcy to jump slightly. "Relax, Darce, it's just me."

Darcy turned around to face the brunette, who gasped at Darcy's state. "He cheated." her voice cracked, and Tori didn't hesitate to pull the redhead into a hug. "With Amelia."

"Alexander slept with that bitch?" she whispered softly, "Oh honey, it's his loss. He will never find someone as caring, sweet, and amazing as you."  Tori comforted, "Plus, you're so much prettier than Amelia."