Not long after Eli became the male version of the whore of Babylon, I found my own little group of friends and sort of found my place. Eli and I didn't talk during that time. I didn't know if I would see him again but then I did.

I was petsitting this dog, Trigger, when he somehow got out my back gate. I ran after him with his treats in one hand and his leash in another. His owner said that if he ever got out like this I should just shake his box of treats and he'd come back. News flash: he didn't. I had joked to my mom when I talked to her on the phone earlier that the dog was possessed and now I worried it was actually true.

I must have chased him for fifteen, maybe twenty, minutes before he turned a new corner and I started running. I followed him around the corner and stopped, wide eyed and frozen in place with my arms up in a weird motion, and watched as the dog found his way into the arms of Mr. Elliot Masters.

My eyes widened even more when Eli looked up to see me and, after looking shocked for only a split second, moved his mouth into his signature smirk. I said something similar to "you're my hero," which probably sounded like complete nonsense.

We stood there for a moment longer, him smirking and me still frozen in my idiotic position, until he asked,

"Are you wearing a bra?"

Truthfully, I was not. I was also not wearing any shoes. My outfit consisted of a pair of black running shorts, my gray and green University of Oregon t-shirt (exclusively bought a few years before when I had toured the school for $10 because the admissions office had a deal with Nike), and nothing else. Well, I was wearing underwear. The lack of a bra was due to that it was a Sunday afternoon and I had nothing to do and I wasn't going to confine myself to the torture that society has made me feel is necessary (AKA a bra). But underwear was necessary. I'm not an animal.

But as right as he was, the question snapped me out of my idiotic position and into what I call "awesome attack ninja mode."

"That's what you decide to ask? You get one question to ask and instead of 'what's going on?' or 'is the dog okay?' or 'what did you do to this dog?' or even 'are you okay?' you decide to ask if I'm wearing a bra?"

"Yes," he replied.

"You're despicable. You're a sexist evil person."

"Well I know that."

"What are you even doing here anyway?"

Unlike me, Eli looked like he was wearing all the correct attire, with a button up shirt and jeans and hopefully underwear. His hair even looked nice too. I remember cursing him repeatedly in my head. Not that that was new, I've done that several million times and will continue to do so, but I feel like that is something that you need to know.

"Didn't you know? I'm out rescuing dogs from crazy girls like you. I can call PETA on you, you know."

"Call PETA on me? Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Fuck off Eli and tell me why you're here."

"To see you of course."

That's when I grabbed the dog and started walking away, leaving the box of treats where I had left them on the sidewalk. He could grab them for all I cared.

"Julie, wait!"

"..."

"Julie!"

"..."

"Shit."

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Slightly different format for the description section here. Initially I wrote this before I had decided on the whole description and dialogue chapters thing so I didn't make them separate chapters. When I started looking at this chapter again, I changed it into that format but then I decided it was better in the original format cause it flows better to me that way. It will probably be the only one like this.