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    Denial

     

    “You better not hurt her”

     

    This defiantly got my attention, it came so up so out of the blue “I’m sorry, what?”

     

    “If you hurt her.. well you should know that I know people”

     

    “You don’t know people” I add, baiting her more “You are a princess, a daddy’s girl who doesn’t know when to…” suddenly out the corner of my eye I spot Carly coming back into the room “Hey, your back” You could cut the tension with knife. I reached out for her hand “I was just telling Tina we should go”

     

    God I wish I could wipe the smirk look off her face. I don’t know why she was getting to me so much, it wasn’t as though I completely took up all of Carly’s time. She is her own woman, making her own decisions. Tina just needed to realise there was another person now in Carly’s life.

     

    It had been the two of them all though high school. Tina was an outsider, again—living by her own rules but Carly took her under her wing and they grew accustom to their own company and secret club.

     

    In my opinion first impression are hard to replace and I had the feeling Tina Kennard was not going to be the exception but I had to grin and bare it.

     

    PRESENT

    As the very real memories flooded back to me I looked down at Tina, she looked so peaceful, dreaming of me I hoped.

    How could I have been so wrong about you?

    I then glanced across at her clock. 1.24, I really should go but I couldn’t move. I wasn’t ready to leave, I knew she would wake up and freak out on me but I was prepared for that too.

    She knew I could fight back until I was blue in the face, I kind of think she expected it most of the time.

    While I lay there watching her sleep, her button nose crinkled up every once in a while and it was the cutest thing I had ever seen—my eyes began to feel heavy, feeling myself drifting off into a deep slumber.

    I was too tired to leave now, maybe just rest my eyes for a little and leave first time in the morning.

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