"Life is not always about trying to fix something that's broken. Sometimes, it's about starting over and creating something better." -Anonymous

Chapter 10:

"Good morning, America!" somebody yelled, closing my hotel room door loudly.

I jolted up with a sour mood because of a certain someone ruining my deep slumber.

I glared at the corner waiting for the person to be visible.

The person turns out to be Chris Jameson. He's not exactly what I want to see first thing in the morning.

"What the hell?" I snapped

He was taken aback at my sudden move, "Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine?" he laughed

"Unlike you, I'm not a morning person." I told him

That made him laugh harder, "Woman, its 11 A.M., it's not that early."

"It's still morning, idiot."

He laughed once more, "Fine, fine"

"Don't mess with a woman in her period." I said, proceeding to the washroom

"Noted." He replied, mockingly writing on his imaginary notepad.

I sat beside him on the couch after I finished taking a shower and getting ready for the day.

"Why are you here anyway?" I asked, still annoyed at the fact that he woke me up.

"I was bored." He simply stated, focusing on the football game playing on the TV.

I looked at him in disbelief, "You mean, you interrupted my sleep because you were bored?" I exclaimed "You're unbelievable."

"I was craving for some ice cream too," he defended "I thought about it while having my morning run and I'm not getting an ice cream alone so I came and pick you up."

I rolled my eyes, "Should I be the one craving here, since I'm on my period."

"You talk as if it's a crime for a guy to crave," he pouted "Plus, I satisfy your sour patch craving last night, this time you satisfy my ice cream craving."

He turned the TV off and grabbed my hand to the direction of the door.

"C'mon, I've been waiting too long."

"I'm not having ice cream for breakfast, Chris." I told him

"Live a little, Clary" he said "There's always a first time for everything."

He continued dragging me until we're at the elevator.

"I don't appreciate you manhandling me as well." I told him, he smiled sheepishly at me in return

He pulled me closer as we stepped out of the elevator, just in case someone is watching.

He came into a halt when he saw the mass of fans with a mix of paparazzi outside the hotel.

I took a deep sigh, thinking of what will happen, my claustrophobia getting ahead of me.

Chris held my hand tighter, "When we step out of the doors hold my hand and then we run, okay?"

"Wha-?" I started to ask, not yet absorbing the things he just said.

But too late, before he can even answer me, we were already dashing out of the door. The next thing I know we were dodging our way through the crowd to get out of the streets.

Some fans decided that'll be fun to chase after us and damn they run fast.

"Run faster," Chris managed, easy for him to say he's not even sweating as much as I am. Perks of being an athlete

I pushed myself harder to run, that I could practically feel my chest burning, when he suddenly pulled me into an alley, making me crash on his chest.

"We lost them," he said, I could hear him panting but it was nothing compared to me gasping for all the air I can breathe.

If that tire him, just imagine what it did to me. I leaned in the wall for support coz my legs literally feel like jelly, in addition to the sore thighs due to my period.

Chris waited for me to catch my breath before we started looking for an ice cream shop.

"Y'know there's an ice cream shop there, just down the street." I informed him, referring to the parlour Sarah, Kevin and I went to.

"Let's go then," he said, "Lead the way."

We started walking down the street, not letting go of each other's hands to avoid doubts from the media.

We reached the ice cream shop with a few visit from the fans that ask for pictures and autographs, aside from that we're good.

"Choose what you like, I'll pay." He told me

I shook my head, "You don't need to, it's not like we're on a date."

"I was the one who dragged you out of bed." He implied

"Consider it as a friendly date," he added "Something that'll help you warm up on me."

My eyes widened, "I am not aware that we're friends."

"You're right, we're more than friends." He said with a wink making me roll my eyes on him

He playfully bumped on me, "It's only weird that I'm your boyfriend, yet we aren't friends."

Well, he does have a point. I pretty much consider him as a friend after he bought some sour patch for me and kept me company last night.

"Friends then," I finally said.

"So, have you thought about my offer?" he asked, placing the cookies n cream ice cream in front of me.

That's actually the reason why I stayed up late last night, I was thinking about his offer.

I forcefully kicked him out of my room, when he asked about that stupid reunion. I made an excuse about needing to rest and everything but the truth is I've been avoiding the subject of going back to Penn.

We shared the same high school, going back to that place is suicide, all of my dreadful memories will come back.

"Actually-I-" I said, formulating an excuse "Dilton-he might-,"

"Oh, don't worry about him, I already talked to him about it and he said that your schedule is free." He beamed

"You what?" I said in surprise, stopping halfway of eating.

He rolled his eyes, "You heard me." He said "So?"

I averted my gaze on my ice cream, pondering about it. I wonder what will happen if I went? I mean Chris didn't even recognize me, there's a small chance they will. Plus, maybe it's time that I face my fears.

"Fine, I'll go." I decided

He cheered and devoured his ice cream like a small child; in this state you wouldn't even think that he's Chris Jameson, the one with the intimidating aura in the field.

"My dad has been bugging me on meeting you too." He mentioned

"Your dad?" I nervously asked

"Yeah, he's been wondering how I manage to keep you a secret for three months." he explained

"If only he knew." I muttered

"About that, can you at least pretend that we're really dating," he said "I don't want to disappoint my dad, and you-you're the kind of girl that a guy will be proud to bring home."

I was too stunned by his words, that I can't even utter a word.

Is this what ice cream do to the big bad Chris Jameson?

"Do it for me as a favour?" he asked

I managed a smile, "Sure, no problem."

We talked for a while until he was on his fourth cup of ice cream.

"Hey, what's your ideal type in a guy?" he asked out of the blue.

I thought for a while, "Someone tall, humorous, a good company. To be honest, I don't really care as long as he loves me."

He just nodded, so I decided to ask back, "What's your ideal type in girl, then?"

He gave me a playful grin, "Someone blonde, with blue eyes, who is sometimes sassy but hella cute. Y'know someone named Clary."

I narrowed my eyes on him, "Be serious, Jameson."

He just shot me an innocent look, "What? I'm serious. I'm being honest with you."

"I'm also serious." I countered "And I'm also being honest."

"Ditto." He smiled as I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say," I told him making him smirk.

Chris started stuffing his mouth with ice cream again.

"Hey, Clary what's your dream wedding?" he asked

"We don't need to fake marry too." I informed him

"I was just asking," he defended

I shrugged, "Simple and vintage."

"I'll remember that for future reference," he said and I glared at him

I continue eating my second cup of ice cream, when Chris interrupted me again.

"Clary!" he called

"What?" I said, "Are you going to ask my dream house or how many kids do I like, this time?"

He didn't reply. He just placed his hand on my cheek as if he's caressing it. I would be lying if I say that this doesn't make my heart beats faster.

"You've got something over there." He said, swiping his thumb above my upper lip removing the smudge.

I swatted his hands away, for health purposes, coz I swear I'm palpitating. "Stop doing that." I scolded.

"Why?" he smirked "Because you might fall in love with me?"

My smile faded. Well maybe, just maybe.

Author's Note:

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You might wanna check out my new story called The Neverbride. Thanks.

~nina☆