A/N: Hey guys, I'm so super sorry I couldn't update sooner, my laptop was broken):
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Our lips met, they seemed to fit perfectly together. Our first kiss, I thought. It was so perfect, I wanted it to never end. Alek leaned in more to deepen the kiss.
After a while, I broke away from Alek, and saw Brian standing there, watching us.
"Brian," I gasped and he started walking away, into the darkness, "Brian, wait."
"Let him go," Alek said as his hands stayed firmly put on my waist.
"No!" I struggled out of his grasp and ran after Brian. "Please, wait, let me explain."
"You don't need to, I get it this time," He kept on walking towards his car, "Visual helps."
"No," Even though me and Brian were just friends, I couldn't let one kiss with Alek ruin our friendship.
"No, look," I finally caught up to him and grabbed his arm, "Brian, it just happened, okay? Nothing is going on between us."
"Yeah, yeah, it looked that way." It was no use, he wasn't going to see the way that I saw it.
"Here," He handed me the scarf that I wore to the art gallery with him. (A/N: I don't know what it's called, if anyone knows please tell me!) "You dropped that the other night, I was gonna leave it on your doorstep, so." He said as he opened his car door.
"I'm so sorry."
"Me too," Brian said as he got into the car and started the engine.
"Brian...Brian." I knew it was no use, since he was already driving away.
I sighed, and turned around and saw Alek. Oh no, here we go again, I thought.
"Nothing? That was nothing." He looked so disappointed in me, and after what happened with Brian, I felt like I was about to burst into tears.
"Alek," I said, as he started to turn around, walking in the other direction. "Can we at least talk about this?"
It was no use, Alek is mad at me and so is Brian. It seems like my love life is falling apart in front of me. But, it actually is.
Surprisingly, the next morning I got a text from Brian. I thought he never wanted to talk to me again.
Brian: Hey do you want to go out for coffee today? Around 11, I'll pick you up.
Me: Really? Okay sure, that would be nice.
I looked at the clock on my phone. Crap! It was already 10:23! I quickly got out of bed and took a fast shower, and then put on a red-pink tank top with a dark brown colored jacket and dark blue jeans. I topped it off with a multi color flower scarf (A/N: Sorry, not so good at describing clothes. For better reference, this is the outfit she was wearing when her mom was walking her to the police station, episode eight.) I looked in a mirror and decided that this will do. I roughly put on some eyeliner and some shimmering eye shadow. Soon enough, I saw Brian's car pull up, and I got in the front seat.
As we were driving, I realized we were driving in the opposite direction of the coffee shop.
"Where are we going?" I asked him while we stopped at a red light.
"I want to show you some more of the stuff I found in 1975 C.P. Kelly before we go get coffee, is that okay?" He replied.
Once we arrived at C.P. Kelly, he walked me to number 1975, and took out the key and the door starting rising. I looked inside and there were many boxes, filled with clothes and photos of his mom. I looked inside one of the boxes, and saw a family photo, with Brian when he was younger, and his dad, whom I met at the art gallery.
"Don't move, Uniter."
I carefully put down the photo and turned around slowly. I gasped; it was Brian's dad, pointing a gun towards me. How did he know that I was the Uniter? He couldn't be, I thought. If Brian's dad was part of the Order, then that means that Brian was too?
I looked around, but I didn't see Brian, only his dad. "Where's Brian?" I asked him.
He didn't answer my question, but he started to walk closer to me. A few more people with guns started walking towards me too; I assumed that they were also part of the Order.
"Watch out!" Someone shouted in a British accent.
"Alek?" I asked, before he knocked me over.
A/N: This chapter was longer than usual! I only reread it once, so sorry if there are any mistakes. Reviews make me happy(: