"May you pass me the syrup sweetheart?"

I nod raising my arm to pass over the syrup to my father. He'd received the syrup with his eyes not even taking a look at where it had been, his gaze hooked against the newspaper that had laid in his hands.

It was the morning after Friday, and I couldn't be more relieved. It was a silent Saturday, all you could hear in the Princeton residence was the clicking and clacking of plates and forks, the teapots, not the sound of do this do that.

Though playing perfect had its entertaining moments, I must say I am pleased.

I crouched against my chair getting myself a piece of bacon from the plate. "Sadie..."

I dropped the piece of meat, and eyed my mother who was giving me the don't do this look. It had exhausted me, the constant hustle of how much I was allowed to shove down my throat. If it were Jaxon, he could care less. He would eat and gobble anything and everything he could find. But I wasn't Jaxon, and neither were my parents.

"Must have been an impulse" I laughed nervously nearing my chair again to sit and focus on the strawberry oatmeal that sat in front of my face.

The silence had reared again, giving me the comfort to settle into my thoughts. I'd summoned up my breakfast realizing I was against the clock, and stood up carrying my plate to the sink.

"Where are you off to, sweetheart?" My father questions taking a glance off his weekly newsprint. I smoothed out my designer picked baby blue mini-summer dress and snatched out my sun glasses from my purse placing them neatly on my face.

"Going shopping with the gals, and meeting Connor for coffee"

"Ah..." My mother smiles pouring herself some syrup beside her pancakes. 

"Why not invite Jaxon to tag along?" My mother incites, but I only laugh to the idea and sway my hair away from my shoulder.

"Don't be silly mother" I announced almost heading out of the house. "It wouldn't be good for my image"

I closed the door behind taking slow steps towards my car, while letting the sun lay softs kisses against my bare skin on my arms and my back.

once I'd gotten into my car, I'd started up the engine playing up the radio to my favorite tunes, I closed my eyes for a second. 

I got it in me.

And no one define me.

"I am internally fighting over whether I should get the blue or purple one" Mel whines against my shoulders dropping both dresses alongside the racks of other dresses she'd contemplated over.

Having agreed to shop-drop with the gals today was a huge sacrifice, but I thought to myself, I too needed to steam off, and it wasn't something a pair of nice pumps and an after-party dress wouldn't fix. Right?

"Maybe you should ask what Liam is wearing and match?" I shrugged throwing an idea into hear careless mind that would drive her away from me. "Oh dear. I never thought of that!" She laughs running over to the dresser to give Liam a call.

This was the vastest mall in town. It was also where me and the girls hung out every Saturday, or whenever one of us needs the distress press. We'd shop, have coffee, talk, take a few photos for the media and call it a night. But today it was all about the dress up and impress up for the after-party Taylor is hosting after the pep rally.

I mean y you'd think everyone would be too exhausted to go after such a game, but no, everyone's insisting they'll be fine.

"What do you think this calls out?" Taylor questions me hanging a white flourished ankle dress over her head, as if my opinion is even needed to state the obvious. "You may now kiss the bride..." I rolled my eyes asking her to push it away and get something worth buying. She takes a humph and sways away carrying her brown locks to the dressing room which Melisa had just walked out of.

"Blue it is!" Mel squirms, giving me the cringe. How cringe was matching, but anything that'll make Mel that squirmy is good.

I sigh and decide to follow my routes to the section of dresses that voice queen.

When I had thought to choose and buy a dress, it never was at the idea of matching with my lover, nor to look as a bride's maid, or a casual party look, but when I walked in to the party I wanted everyone's eyes on me. I wanted to make sure when I went, that everyone wouldn't remember me as this girl, but that girl.

"This seems nice" I spoke to myself peering over to the crimson red gown extended an inch non above the knee. Its shoulder straps had been close in invisible leaving my shoulder skin and parts of my chest exposed. Its fabric smooth and stretchy wrapping around whose ever body it may take. And with my red pumps it would definitely be taking mine.  

"What do you think this calls out?" I question Taylor and Melisa hanging over the dress I'd picked over.

Melisa gaped and Taylor took a snap shot.

"Sadie that's fifty shades of cray!" Mel yells in excitement and I laugh slightly finding the dress the right choice.

"Amaze-a-rama! You need to say yes to that!" Taylor adds, as if all this good comment wasn't enough.

It wasn't really that I had doubts about the dress, but I had a moment to question whether now was a good time to stand out. Since Jaxon is still on the move and-

"Connor will not be able to take his eyes off of you, like ever" I hear Mel add.

That's right. Connor. I hadn't talked to him ever since our little fight. And to my course of knowledge I was pretty sure we weren't on speaking terms, but today way would have some alone time. It was Saturday and me and him would always have coffee and dip the old chip. But some part of me, a very small part had feared that he might not show. But that didn't matter, he was a boy, he wouldn't remember what we'd fought over let alone still say mad at me.

"Cash out your credit cards ladies, and let's get out of here, before Mel decides to swoosh another dress" I mush around hanging my dress around my shoulder and passing it onto the cashier.

"Well, at least I know now we'll probably need a dramatic entrance with these babies" Taylor brings up referring to the dresses giving us all a few squeals and letting us gesticulate.

After having paid, I'd told the girls I'd catch up with them later, because I had plans with Connor.

"One low-fat milk vanilla frappe with almond syrup, please" I say to the lady behind the counter.She smiles at me and begins to get my order done.I wait. Letting the aroma of warm and humble coffee overwhelm me in this tiny little shop.

It's my favorite place. One-one of my favorite places.

And the lady is also very familiar with my presence here.
I come here often to just relax, with Connor that is.

It's also really nice and cozy, many people from my neighborhood gather here alot.

There are exactly twenty for tables and four chairs on each one of them.
Five lamps hanging off the ceiling and and one mini chandelier right at the center of the room.

And it takes exactly thirty one steps from the entrance all the way to the main counter.

I've had enough time to count all this because I used to come here when I was little with my mother and father, back when they didn't shove car keys into my hands and told me to drive myself. A lot of people don't know I come here, when there's Starbucks around the corner, but something always lures me in.

That's why I do it.

Once Cheryl was done with my cup, she hands it over to me.
I can sense the nice odor of hot vanilla and coffee which made my heart melt.

"Thanks Cheryl" I announce quickly.

I walk away with my coffee and take a seat at the left corner.

I plop down and place my hot drink onto the table. I shiver as the wind hits my face and makes me gasp for more air. It'searly spring, yet felt like winter.

Soon the coffee shop doors open and the person I'd been waiting for decides to tumble in. He'd looked tired, busy lost in thought before having spotted me.

My mood had suddenly changed and my grip onto my cup loosened. He walked over to me, still not showing a hint of joy giving me the fear that this was going to be a long talk.

Neither of us dare to speak. But having found this situation very uncomfortable, I decided to give off a forced cough to get his attention.

"You're here. For a moment I thought you weren't going to show up, but then I realized I was just thinking crazy, because there is no way you'd stay away from me forever" I over spoke with a smile looking at his hazel orbs from distance. He wore much more than I had, definitely prepared for the weather letting his black strains of hair ruffles over his forehead.

With a confused stare here cleared his throat.

"I'm not here to talk about what happened-

I sighed in relief. "Well don't worry neither am I. We can just forget about it. I see you've understood your mistake and therefore I don't find any reason to not forgive you" I beam reaching out my hand and taking his in mine.

Connor looked skeptical. "Sadie...I am not sure how to tell you this, but..."

"Connor...you can tell me anything you know, that right? Seriously we've stopped fighting, but that was some sexy role play" I playfully role my eyes, before I began to wonder what he'd wanted to tell me. Was he going to early-ask me for prom?

"We need to take a break" He spills out quickly retrieving his hand that rested under mine. My thoughts had completely vanished leaving a single spot for what Connor had just said. What did he mean by, break? My heart had pounded with fear.

"Break? What do you mean by break? Like break from-

"Us" he sighed covering both his forehead with both his hands. It took me a while to process, what he began to say. And none of it had made any sense. I could hardly breath, and swallowed hard.

"I-I don't understand Connor, we had one stupid fight, I though you loved me..." I speak truthfully. I dropped my smile and massaged my temple.

Connor laughed bitterly. "Sadie, I do. I'm still in love with you, I am not planning to fall out of love with you either. I just need some time away from all this" He begins gesturing towards us.

"Till you're done handling all your school stuff. Then we can resume, that's if you still want to" He shrugs holding the idea of this break over my head.

I'd felt an aching burn in my throat, I wasn't sure if it was because of my coffee or Connor's harsh words. But whatever it was, it was killing me from the inside. Much worse than ever.

"My school stuff never bothered you before, why now?" I raised the question trying super hard not show my voice was breaking. I normally never had a sob story in front of anyone besides my pillow, so this wasn't just new to me, but to Connor. Cause he wasn't just about to leave me like this.

"I feel like I'm always cancelling plans to hang out with you, but lately all you do is stand me up. I'm always sacrificing for you, but you never do the same Sadie" He claims stabbing a knife down my torso. It had sure felt like someone was stabbing me. But I wasn't ready to tell Connor he was right.

But he was.

"I'm still going to be your boyfriend, I'm just going to lay off a bit, and maybe in due time I'll come around" He shrugs hoping over an idea.

"Are you serious, you do know proms a week away right? What are we going to do then!?" I exclaim, getting frustrated. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? Did he not care of what the society would say about us?

"Goodbye Sadie" He simply says, getting off his chair forcing me to let a tear escape my eye without my knowledge.

"But-

He smiles over me and lays a soft kiss on my lips that lasts much shorter than it used it be. He was there, and then he was gone.

I stare at him walk away.

But it was clear. Not only had he not forgotten, but he hadn't forgiven.

And I wasn't broken, but I'd was definitely shattered.

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Well. There you have it. Chapter 11. Now go read it. Eat it. I don't care:). I'm playing. Hopefully, you like this chapter!

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