Chapter 4

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Amanda's POV~

I knew it. John's still the player he was back in high school. What did I expect, that he changed? Yeah right. I guess that 'girlfriend' of his at prom meant nothing to him since he's with someone else already. And from what I could tell, that blonde girl was just another one of his one night stands. Or one day stand, I guess.

Blinking my eyes, I noticed a teardrop escape as I felt the warm water rolling down my cheeks. I moved my shaking hand up, touching the teardrop. I-I'm crying...? There's no way... How could I even cry over someone like John? He's my best friend's brother. Nothing more.

A soft knock sounded against the door, snapping me out of my train of thought.

"Amanda, open the door."

Hearing his voice, I twisted around, facing the wooden door.

John? What. Is. He. Doing. Here? Shouldn't he be with that girl?

"I know you can hear me. Just open the door Amanda."

Sighing, I did what he asked. There was no point in denying him, he wouldn't give up anyway.

When the door was finally opened, it showed a concerned-looking John who was panting. Did he like run a marathon or something before coming here?

His hand reached out, brushing my cheek. "You were crying," he said bluntly.

My eyes widened. H-how did he know? "N-no!" My voice went up an octave and I backed away a bit, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

"Don't lie. Your eyes are red. Why were you crying?" His eyes held real emotion as if he actually cared, but we all know that's not true. He only thinks of me as his little sister's best friend. Nothing more.

"I fell."

His eyebrows arched. "You fell?"

My eyes cast downwards, not wanting to see his face. "Yeah. On my way over here, I tripped and fell."

I heard a soft laugh escape from him and he grabbed his stomach. "Be careful next time alright?" His hand patted my back as he stepped inside, then faced me after closing the door. "Were you skipping down the hallways like always?"

I smiled. "Yeah..."

"Same ol' Amanda." He paused, grinning. "Well without all the dark make-up," he said, pointing to my face.

"Do I look bad?" After prom I wanted a change, so I started wearing lighter make-up; but I couldn't give up my clothes. So I guess I'm still a goth at heart.

He shook his head. "Of course not. You look beautiful, you always were."

My heart pounded against my chest as I felt my face warm up. I probably looked like a bright red tomato.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"No problem." His eyes moved from me to my bedroom. It was a medium-sized room with one bed up against the wall, a desk table with my laptop on it, a window with a great view, and of course the closet next to my bed.

"You're living by yourself?" John asked.

I nodded. "I wanted my privacy, so I asked for a single dorm. Had to pay extra but it was worth it."

"Makes sense."

An awkward silence filled the air after that. Well... more like awkward for me. He seemed just fine, looking at my stuff while I stood there, looking at his back.

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