They Don't Know About Us

Jamie, a 23 year old girl, has a horrible past with her best friend's (Chantal) current boyfriend, but nobody is sure what happened. Jamie, being now depressed/insecure, is too ashamed to tell her best friend the danger of her boyfriend. Chantal is madly in love with Blake (her boyfriend). Jamie will never be the same knowing the danger of being around Blake. The girls face new dramas, settle into their new relationships and start to forget the horrors of their pasts.


3. Chapter 3

Jamie's POV: 


Blake put the drinks on the bar, well more like slammed the drinks on the bar. All of the sudden Blake is trying to slide his way in between Chantal and I. As he sweeps past my arm I feel him touch me lightly and a sudden chill runs through my body. I will never let the bitch touch me again, even is hes the last person on earth and I have a life threatening sickness (god forbid) and for some strange reason his touch can heal me. I WOULD RATHER DIE WITH THAT DISEASE!

"Excuse me!" I say. Honestly, I can't look at him without thinking of that night. 

"Sorry, I can't sit next to my girlfriend!" he said. Sassy. 

I felt like spitting back at him, "Can't I sit next to my girl friend!?" but I decided the less I make conversation with this maniac the better. So I just roll my eyes. What a idiot. I swear I was going to hit him so hard. It gives me chills to think that my best friend is with him. OK I'm gonna tell her. Tomorrow. Ok, maybe not tomorrow but some time soon. Nobody understands.

I walked away and went into another room, I needed some time alone.


Chantal's POV:


What is wrong with Jamie. I have never seen her like this before.  Blake and I had a couple more drinks, I honestly don't remember how many. My favorite song was playing, I was obviously going to dance with Blake, and we were also drunk so what do you expect. That how we met you know, dancing. He literally "swept" me off my feet. I love him so much.

Anyways, so we walk onto the ratty old "dance floor", which is really just a plastic square in the middle of the room. Blake holds me up against him. Its nice. I can hear him breathing, I put my head on his chest, and we start to dance. We danced for what seemed like hours. I really do love him. I don't know what Jamie has against him... Where is Jamie anyways? I hope she is flirting with some cute boy!




Jamie's POV:


 Ughhh! I hate everything. FUCK MY LIFE. I need another drink. I start hearing music from the other room, I guess they had performers.  I loved watching bands and singers preform at clubs. 

I walk into the other room to see a brown curly haired boy, probably the same age as me, with greenish eyes. I swear he was a model or something. This boy was adorable. He sat there on the piece of wood they call the stage,  obviously drunk. Sitting on a wooden stool he sang Isn't She Lovely, my favorite song.

Of course I start dancing like the drunk idiot, falling all over myself and other people trying to enjoy themselves. Half way through the song, after tiring myself out with all my "wonderful" dance moves, I look up and see the mysteriously cute boy preforming staring right at me. GREAT, he's watching me make a fool out of myself. Your an idiot Jamie, I think. 


The boy's POV: 

This girl dancing on the floor is amazing. She is so pretty! Her brown hair bounces as she flops around the dance floor. Finally somebody is a worse drunk dancer then me. When I'm done with this song I will go over to her, talk to her. Maybe her personality is as stunning as her face. God. She looks like an angel. Her bright red dress is amazing.  I haven't even talked to her and I love her. People always say I fall hard for people. WOW. 


Jamie's POV:

 Before I knew it the beautiful boy was off the stage and standing right next to me. 


The boy's POV:

Before I knew it the song was over, everybody had applauded and I was standing right next to this beautiful girl.

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