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Chapter 3

Clare slammed her front door shut in frustration. 'What a day,' she thought to herself. She walked further into her house and dropped her book bag onto the floor. It had been one distraction after another. She shook her head and sighed. It had all started when her parents told her they were going to write a letter to Darcy. They wanted to explain to her everything that was going on.

She rolled her eyes. A letter. She would have been pissed if they told her in a letter. She had been thinking about it in class, when she mouthed off to her teacher. She hadn't meant to, but the words slipped out before she could stop herself. Her teacher couldn't believe it. Neither could the rest of the class. She guessed if that hadn't have happened, she never would have run into Owen.

Owen.

He had left Simpson's office so quickly that she didn't get a chance to stop him. She wanted, desperately, to finish their conversation. She would have chased after him, but she was called into Simpson's office next. He had wanted to discuss the incident in class. Luckily, he had sympathized with her. Otherwise, she would probably be stuck in detention right now.

She walked into her kitchen and scanned the fridge. It was almost bare. She shook her head and sighed. It looks like her mom forgot to go shopping. Again. She closed the fridge and looked down at the ground. Maybe she could meet Eli or Adam at the Dot. She left the kitchen and went searching for her phone.

ooooooooo

Owen walked into the Ravine with a smile plastered on his face. He was out of detention and free for the rest of the night. He looked among the crowd of people. He spotted his friend, Bianca, sitting on a bench. He headed towards her. She smiled at him as soon as she saw him.

"You look happy for someone who just got out of detention."

Owen shrugged his shoulders and took a seat next to her. "It has just been one of those days," he told her. She shook her head and passed him a beer. "Have you heard from Fitzy lately," she asked before she sipped out of her red plastic cup.

"Not in the last couple of days. But I do have a plan for our Fitzy boy."

She arched her eyebrows in question and took another sip of her drink. "I am going to set him up with Clare," he said with a smile. Bianca spit out her drink, spraying Owen's face in the process. "Wh- Who," she managed out in between coughs.

Owen wiped his face, "Thanks B. I needed a shower today."

She slapped his arm and glared at him, "Ha ha. Seriously, though. Clare?"

He nodded his head and sipped his own beer. "Why would you want to do that," she questioned him. He couldn't believe she asked that. "Please tell me you aren't too preoccupied with Drew, that you never noticed," he scoffed.

She rolled her eyes at him and turned away. "He may have said something here or there," she said. He shook his head at her, "Well?" She turned to face him again and shook her head in frustration. "You know she has a boyfriend, right? One that Fitz has been messing with," she reminded him.

"So?"

"So, do you really think Clare is going to forgive that?"

He shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the ground. "It is worth a try," he told her.

ooooooooo

Clare looked around the Dot and frowned. Eli was no where in sight. She took a deep breath. 'Maybe he's just running late,' she thought to herself. She walked over to the counter and took a seat on one of the barstools. She smiled when she saw who was behind the counter.

Peter.

He gave her a big smile and walked over towards her. "How have you been," he asked. She shrugged her shoulders, "Okay I guess." He nodded and leaned against the counter. "Peter, can I ask you some advice," she asked him. He shrugged his shoulders, "what about?"

"Forgiveness."