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"Nine
          
          The ride was a whole four hour trip. A lot could happen in four hours. Lots of things. Unmentionable things. I was stealing glances at Cameron, who was in deep conversation with her friend. The one she was probably arguing with at my party, the one who was always with her at lunch.
          
          Jamie Andrews.
          
          "I don't get why you're still with Sheridan."
          
          Tristan snapped me out of my thoughts. It couldn't be. I couldn't believe my eyes. Jamie Andrews was Cameron's best friend? I couldn't believe I didn't notice any sooner. Was Jamie the reason Cameron hated me so much? Was Jamie the reason why Cameron was the way she was? Was Jamie Cameron's influence?
          
          "Bryce. Dude. What's wrong?"
          
          Tristan. I forgot. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little spaced out." I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. My life was a disaster.
          
          "Yeah," he said, "I can see that."
          
          I groaned, throwing my head back. "My life is a freaking disaster."
          
          "Don't say that, B."
          
          "It's the truth. I can't take it any more."
          
          "What can't you take?" Tristan turned to me, his dark heavy gaze settled on me. "It's been three weeks since you've hanged with the crew. What's up with you? It's like you disappeared from the face of the earth or some shit."
          
          "Ah." I rubbed my hands down my face. "It's my parents. My mother keeps trying to make things up to me. My father's never around, and Trevor is a total ass to me."
          
          Tristan snickered. "Trevor? He seems like a good guy. How's he an ass? He's your brother."
          
          I rolled my eyes at him. Then I looked out the window, huffing. "If I let you in on a secret, would you keep it?"
          
          I could feel him tense up next to me. "What kind of secret?"
          
          I writhed in my seat, nervous. "I've been keeping this to myself for a long time and it's killing me."
          
          "What is it exactly?" he asked, squinting at me skeptically.
          
          I turned to him, determined to spill the beans. I couldn't help it. My conscience was killing me. "It's a..." http://wattpad.com/story/389906

"Isabella opened her eyes to a darkened room. The sconces on the walls let in a soft lighting that should have made her feel better but it made her worse with memories of her and Liam in that room for the first time gushing in like a tidal wave. She turned to her side and saw the elegant figure standing looking down at Manhattan with his hands deep in his pockets. Liam did rub off on people, she thought bitterly as Stefan turned to her.
          
          He had shed his jacket and tie and his hair was disheveled like he ran his fingers into it a couple of times. The look on his face told her she was not going to like what he was going to tell her.
          
          “How are you feeling?” He approached her and sat on the chair near her bed.
          
          Isabella shrugged her shoulders softly. She didn't know how she was feeling. When he left that morning she was at the extremes of all emotions but now she felt numb with a dull ache pulsing in her heart. “I'll live. What about you? Did you talk to Liam? Is he alright?”
          
          Stefan breathed in long and rested his elbows on his lap tangled his fingers under his chin. “I saw him today. I talked to him but I don't think what I had to say to him penetrated into his thick skull.”
          
          Isabella pursed her lips. When Liam made up his mind about something, nothing was ever going to change his mind. What she didn't understand was why he cut her out completely. “I'm just glad that he is alright.”
          
          “He had Christoph over.” Stefan eyed her cautiously.
          
          So, Liam went through with buying her out? She didn't stop him but she assured him that the action was going to hurt her. Did he care at all about what he was doing to her? She thought through confessing that she loved him had made him a better man but with what he was doing, she felt he was using her own love for him against her. Liam was an idiot for not realizing someone really and truly loved him wholeheartedly. He didn't want to see that he could actually be h..." http://wattpad.com/story/1799400

"Chapter Four: White Loafers  
          
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          I watched them walk through the crowded bar, greeting everyone as if it had been just yesterday that we had graduated. I watched Richard as he placed his hand on the small of Brandy's back, walking just one step ahead of her, gently guiding her through the crowd. Her face was lit as only a woman deep in love could shine. She greeted everyone as if they were the very reason she was there, and Richard watched over her as if Brandy herself was a visible piece of his soul. I watched as she reached up and placed her palm lovingly on his face, caressing his chin, his eyes closed as he savored the moment of intimacy.
          
           
          
           
          
           
          
          "I think I'm going to be sick." I said trying desperately to maintain the nausea that was originating from the the pit of my stomach.
          
           
          
          Roxanne laid her hand on mine just as Kevin returned with the drinks. "Come on Nic, have a shot with me." She stared at me till I was forced to pull my eyes away from the heart wrenching scene to look at her.
          
           
          
          "Okay, one, two, three, and one for me!" Kevin plunked the drinks down in front of each of us, lastly placing one down in front of him.
          
           
          
          "On four then?" Dane asked excitedly as he raised the shot glass in preparation to drop into the dark liquid.
          
           
          
          "Everyone remember how to do an Irish car bomb right? Lift the shot, and on the count of four, drop it in the Guinness and chug!" Ro explained excitedly, raising the tiny glass full of Baileys in the air.
          
           
          
          "Okay, one..." Dane started.
          
           
          
          "Two..." I smiled at Kevin.
          
           
          
          "Three..." Kevin winked back, his eyes as ebony as the dark stout.
          
           
          
          "FOUR!" Ro shouted as we dropped the shots simultaneously and lifted the overflowing cups to our lips; noisily inhaling the fiery concoction.
          
           
          
          "WHOO!" Kevin yelped; dropping the mug down with a bang on the table seconds before Ro finished off hers.
          
           
          
          The noise we were making was loud enough to..." http://wattpad.com/story/696735

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