Good girl & Bad boy. Cliché!

* Chapter 20 *

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Chapter 20

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Never in my life have I been so confused about something. Not even when I had to chose between chocolate and butterscotch ice cream. Not when I had to decide between who I’ll go on a date with, Gerard butler or Alex pettyfer.

Gee, they seem like such easy situations as compared to the one I am in right now.

Stupid Ryder brothers!

They always confuse the hell out of me.

How did Chris know about that night? He couldn’t be the ceepy guy, because I had seen him and e sure did not look like Chris. I didn’t see anybody else there at that time, the place was completely deserted unless, Chris was the guy who saved me.

Somehow, it didn’t feel right, Chris being the guy who saved me.

“Will you please tell me what is going on in that pretty head of yours?” Sam asked frustrated by my silence.

I hadn’t been able to drive after Chris had left, making me lose my mind. Sam had very nicely asked if she wants to drive and having no other option I gave her a weak nod. She had asked me a few times if everything was alright but I kept quiet.

I sighed. “Nothing.”

“Does it have to do something with what Chris said?” she asked, looking at me knowingly.

My eyes widened and heart beat increased. Did she know? If she did then everyone must know.

I didn’t want that!

“W-What are you talking about?” I asked nervously.

 “About me being his ex.” She said and I could hear the hurt in her voice and knew instantly that there was story behind this which obviously didn’t end well.

Even though I was relieved with the fact that Sam didn’t know anything I was also curious.

“Yeah, I was thinking about that.” I lied.

Sam sighed. “I know, I should have told you. But I didn’t want to go over those things again. No matter how long it has been, no matter how much I hate him, that stuff still hurts.” She said, sadness creeping in her voice.

No matter how curious I was, I didn’t want Sam to feel sad. So I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “You don’t have to tell me, Sam. I understand.”

She looked at me and smiled sadly. “I know but I want to. If I run away from it, it’ll hurt more.”

I squeezed her shoulder once more, not knowing what to say.

“I was at a party with Nick, when I first met Cameron and Brian. There were only few girls I knew so I stuck with Nick most of the time. Later that night, I was a little tipsy; it was the first time I had tried drinking. I couldn’t find Nick so in my drunken state I went out to get some fresh air. That was when I saw the most handsome guy on the porch. He was handsome, smart, and mysterious. I was instantly attracted to him. I wasn’t drunk enough to go and talk to him so I walked out of the house. I was on my way to my house when a car stopped next to me, it was the same guy in the car. He insisted that I let him drop me home, but I refused. And like a gentleman he offered to walk me home leaving his car on the road.”