The Party

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The chapters get shorter now on bcz I have to put things together first on how to execute certain things.

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Rose's POV :

"Rose, come on. Eat something please. Dont act this way.", I heard Chris say.
I stirred in by bed and got up.
Chris has always been a gentleman. I smiled and got up. I inhaled in his smell - the beach like smell. But it was mixed with his ever famous coffee. I took the cup from his hand and took a sip from it. I inhaled it's smell and oofff.... I was relaxed.
I almost forgot that I was nearly raped in my own house and like always, Chris saved the day.
And, almost being the keyword here.

"Thnaks for everything you did.", I finally spoke.

"Why did you drink so much?", he asked me concern dropping from his voice.
"Because of you.", I said.

"M.. me..?",he stammered.
I nodded and said, "I saw you with that girl and then, I just couldn't take it anymore.
I am done pretending that I'm fine. Like my life is the best daily soap worthy story. Parent's dead, friend proposed and ex returns. Got a panic attack to top all of those and wait - got nearly raped. ", I said and laughed a humourless laugh.

" Oh and yea. Are you gonna fucking explain to me that why the heck did we break up? Was it because you got bored after those 3 years or did you find someone more interesting? ", I shouted at him.

"It was because of you Rose. I don't wanna discuss about that.", he said.

After that silence took over. It was akward for the first time. Never have we shared akward silence.
I stood up and went down. It had been around hours since I went to bed.
I went down and then Chris left.

I hosted a small party for myslef.
I was so mad at that time that I didn't even realise that I was breaking bottles of wine and vodka.
The door flew open and Spencer and her girlfriend walked in.

He calmed me down and then I spilled everything to him of how broken I was. How sad I was feeling. I was feeling suicidal all over again.

And then a few things hit me. Everything fell in place about Peter and Kat.
About Andrew and him asking me out.
I don't know what happened but I was knocked off. I was tucked in my bed  by Spencers girl and then I don't remember anything until now.

I woke up and went downstairs.

I saw that James was here and he was takling on his phone with someone.
I cleared my throat and sat next to him.
We talked for a while about usual things and then I realised that it was time for dinner.
I made mac'n'cheese for all of us and sat down. James then started talking about my parents will and said that I had our house and our money.
I couldn't digest all of that.
I mean - me- how could I manage to keep that much of money when I have completly different plans.
My journalism course was also going fine but I was starting to loose all interest from my life. I was tired and I wanted to go to my parents.

After dinner I called Andrew.

"Hi, I saw your missed call. What happened?", I said imitating the conversation.
"Huh, umm that.. I... wa.. wanted to ask for one day. Like a date. One full day. Please.",he said.

"Alright. If that's it then bye."I said and hung up.

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The next morning

I woke up and got dressed and then left without breakfast.
I once again  didn't sleep well. I was thinking constantly of how I was at ease and slept properly when I was with Chris for those four hours.
As I reached my locker i saw a dozen of roses sitting inside and a note that read, "Roses for you.
-Andrew"
I sighed. This man clearly doesn't know me otherwise he wouldn't have given me roses.
I went to throw them in the bin nearby when a hand wrapped itself in my wrist. I looked up to see Andrew.
His expression would have scared me if I looked at him once again.

"What do you think you are doing?", he asked.
"Throwing them. Its quite evident isn't it?", I stated.
"I bought them for you. Don't you care about me?", he accused me.

"You clearly dont know me Andrew. I HATE roses. I despise them. And I don't care if you  get hurt because I don't like them and hence I'm gonna throw them away.", I said and then threw them in the bin.

He looked as if he would beat me or shout at me. I wasnt scared.

We heard the bell and I yanked my hand free from his hold and left for my class.

Hey guys.
Thanks for reading.
I won't bore you all here but just a quick question pls answer - -

Do you want Andrews POV?
Or would you prefer Rose's and Chris's story?
I mean you are gonna get the latter anyways but if you want the former then the latter will get delayed.

Chose wisely

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