Hey guys, here's chapter 3.

I've noticed that I always get loads more reviews when I don't update for ages and no where near as many when I do. And I know this is really rude of me but please pleaseyyy please would you mind reviewing if you read this?

It doesn't take long and I would really appreciate it - your comments are what keep me going :)

On a different note. I have read Louise Rennison's new book - "Withering Tights" and unfortunately, I didn't enjoy it :(

However, this is probably simply because I am 18 therefore not exactly the target audience. In fact, I probably shouldn't still enjoy Georgia but I do because I have grown up with the books. So I guess "Withering Tights" is aimed at the "new generation" so I guess they will enjoy it.

I just wish I had :(

Still, if you are around 13/14 I suggest you check it out, just for the hell of it. Why not eh?

happy readings x

Chapter 3: Frozen in Place

"HE SLEPT WITH SOMEONE!" I shouted at the top of my voice and everyone shut up suddenly, their faces looking rather flabbergasted.

OH. MY. GOD!

Liam just walked in, took one look at Dave then punched him square in the face!...

... But I can't. I can't fall asleep. And I keep thinking about where Dave is. And where Liam is.

I can't believe he punched Dave for me. I mean, I think it was for me. If not, it was a really big coincidence.

He hasn't come back. Liam I mean. I don't really want Dave to come back.

I don't think.

Liam

I'm not exactly sure why I punched Dave. Well, I know why I wanted to, I just don't know why I did. Yes, the whole cheating thing hit a very strong nerve with me but so what? Why the hell should I give a damn about what goes on between him and Georgia? I should in no way want to get involved in that whole disaster of a relationship.

But I did. So now I am.

I hit him pretty hard too. Like, with feeling. Like I care.

But I do care. Maybe not about Georgia, but about Dave. Come on, I thought he was a nice guy. A decent guy. Turns out he's just a dick head like everybody else I know. Or used to know.

Once I left the house, after the punching incident, I just walked around for a bit, not really sure where I was going. I ended up at some shitty little sad-excuse-for-a-lake that was god knows where in relation to the house where I'd left the others.

But I sat down anyway and ran a hand through my hair. This wasn't at all how I'd planned to do things over here. This was a new place, a new start. My Aunt and Uncle have been so kind looking after me. And Ellen... well she's not exactly the best at fitting in herself but she's done ok to help me get 'settled'.

And I treated everyone like shit. It's the way things normally go with me. But then, I don't know, they actually seemed like alright people, nice people even, that I'd actually want to be friends with. Especially Dave, he was cool.

Or so I thought. Guess I was wrong right?

I don't know whether it was just a weird coincidence that he found me, or maybe I hadn't travelled as far away as I thought, but after a few minutes of sitting in silence, Dave came and joined me by the lake.

I looked over at him briefly – he was staring out onto the lake, his eyes seemingly tired and worried. I wondered for a moment whether I should be on guard – whether he would feel the need to get his own back and punch me, but then I knew he wouldn't.

"You hate me." Dave said after a while. It wasn't a question.

My gut reaction would have been to shout "yes" but for some reason I didn't. No, instead I said, "I don't know you well enough to hate you."

"I would understand though," Dave said wearily, "if you did. I know you probably think I'm just like Joe and Anna."

I winced as he said their names and I instantly felt that feeling again – that feeling of regret. I should never have told him about what happened before.

"See," Dave said, somehow noticing my discomfort even though he was still staring out in front of him. "You hate me."

"No," I said, shaking my head, "I hate what you did."

"I know," Dave said quietly, rubbing his face – the spot I assumed would be where my fist struck.

I nodded my head once, wondering why I hadn't walked away yet. Did I really need to be here? Dave wasn't my friend anymore, he was hardly worthy of my sympathy.

"I didn't do it though." Dave spoke up after a few more minutes of silence.

I cocked my head sideways and looked at him. "What?"

He continued to look straight ahead, "I didn't do it. I didn't sleep with her."

I frowned and was about to ask for answers when Dave continued, "Well, actually I did... but not tonight. Not when me and Georgia were together... never when we were together..." he trailed off.

I think it was sufficient to say that I was confused right then. "Dave," I said, pulling on his arm so he would turn round and finally meet my eye, "What the hell are you saying?"

He looked down at the ground before holding my gaze, "I slept with her. But not tonight. It was during the Christmas holidays when me and Georgia were broken up... after... after I got my memory back."

Wow, the memory thing. God I'd forgotten how screwed up Dave and Georgia are. After he told me everything that had happened between them I thought he was playing me for a bloody idiot. They both need psycho-analysing in my opinion.

"So you've not slept with anyone while you've been with Georgia." I clarified.

Dave nodded eagerly, "No I haven't. I've not cheated."

I raised my eyebrows at him, unimpressed. "You think you've not cheated?" I growled, "You don't have to sleep with some random slut to cheat."

Dave dropped his gaze again, "I know... I don't know what I was thinking... I was just confused and upset and then I saw you and Georgia hugging and-"

"So you thought you'd go make yourself feel better and hook up with-"

"I know!" Dave interrupted, "I know I'm a complete jerk and I never should have let her come in the room but I swear I never meant to hurt Georgia. I swear..."

I shook my head sadly and patted Dave's shoulder lightly as I stood up, "Well then sorry mate, cos I'm pretty sure you did."

Sunday January 22nd

12.00am

Under a prickly bush

Or rather in a bush

Either way, I'm not that comfy

I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a walk. I did not, however, plan on bumping into Liam and Dave having a little heart to heart. Well, I didn't literally bump into them – they haven't even seen me.

Or at least they hadn't until Liam got up and started walking away. Towards where I was hid. In a bush. A prickly one.

I tried to stay as still as a still thing, hoping he would just walk right on past me but of course, Big G was clearly watching so must have pointed me out for him.

"Georgia what are you doing?" he whispered, glancing back to make sure Dave hadn't seen, he hadn't, then crouching down next to me.

I looked up at Liam and gave a truthful answer, "I have no idea."

Liam shook his head at me, "How much did you hear?"

I shrugged, "How long were you talking for?"

Liam rolled his eyes, before staring at me for a while then back at Dave (who now had his head in his hands). "Do you love him?" He asked me suddenly. It was a bit weird, Liam asking my feelings. I mean, until half an hour ago I didn't even think he had any.

I looked him in the eyes, "I... I know I did..." I said quietly, "...but then I saw... that girl."

Liam nodded, "That's fair enough. And I wouldn't blame you in the slightest if you turned around now and never spoke to him again."

I frowned. Something was missing. Something like a – "...but?" I said without thinking.

Liam sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair, "...but... maybe, if you think you could possibly still love him..."

I shook my head, "I'm confused." Understatement of the century. "I thought you-"

"You know what," Liam butted in, "this is really none of my business. I'll see you in a few hours." Then he got up and just walked away, leaving me annoyingly flabbergasted in the prickly bush.

I waited a few moments until Liam was definitely far enough away that Dave wouldn't hear anything then ran up to him.

"Liam," I said (rather breathily because I had been puff puff and pant pant-ing). "Hold on."

He glanced over at me but didn't stop walking, "What?"

"Just..." I put a hand on his arm then pulled it away like a speedy thing, "what happened with Joe and Anna?"

He stopped pretty quick then. Like quicker than a quick thing in quick land. "So you did hear a lot." He grumbled.

"Sorry," I said automatically though not really sure why I was apologising. So what if I heard them? There's not a law against that. Is there? "But... who are they?"

Liam glared at me instantly and I took a step back because he looked like Angus normally does before he strikes. But then his face relaxed a bit and he ran a hand through his hair yet again.

"They... well... one used to be my girlfriend... and the other used to be my best friend."

I sort of got the feeling where this was going (sharp as a tact me) but decided to ask anyway, "What happened?" And Liam must have known this was coming because he sat down on a nearby rock.

I sat down next to him. Jas would be proud – me getting in touch with nature and all that jazz.

"Me and Anna dated for a year," Liam said quietly. So quietly that I had to lean in a tad in order to hear him. "Two weeks after our anniversary I found out about them. It was weird because you'd think they would have told me before. At least Joe, we were practically brothers. And it had been going on for a good few months."

I gulped. This was pretty intense.

"But no, they didn't tell me. Instead, I had the pleasure of walking in on them in Anna's room when I had gone round to wish her Happy Birthday."

"Ouch," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Liam nodded, "You're telling me..."

"Thank you" I said. "...for punching Dave."

He gave a curt laugh, "Right."

"I guess he reminded you of Joe then right?"

Liam paused before answering, running a hand through his hair. Christ he does that a lot. "At first... yes. But then..." he sighed, "...no. No, Dave isn't like Joe. Joe constantly lied to me and just pretended to be my best friend. And Anna, she never really wanted me. She just didn't have the balls to admit it because I was easy. Her safety net. She wanted Joe all along."

I nodded along, pretending I understood perfectly.

"But Dave," Liam continued, meeting my eye, "Dave isn't like either of them. Because Dave loves you. He's just too screwed up to know what to do when things get hard. You're both screwed up."

Wow, that's... oh I don't know.

"Are you defending Dave?" I questioned because that would just be vair vair freaky bananas after everything Liam has just told me.

Liam shrugged, "Not sure. But remember... Dave isn't like Joe or Anna. Ok?"

I nodded, my eyes frozen like lemons as Liam got up and walked away.

What in the name of bouncing lederhosen should I do now?

2 minutes later

Ok, I have four options.

I can follow Liam all the way back to the house, go to sleep, wake up early and then leave and never talk to Dave again

I could turn around and go and talk to Dave now and see what he wants to say to me

Go to sleep now but stay in the morning when I'm more awake and see Dave then

Let Jazzy Spazzy decide

30 seconds later

Number 4 does sound like the best option in my opinion. And I'm sure all the owls would agree.

5 minutes later

Dave is on the move. As in he's moving. With his legs. They do that I think.

Well most do, mine are currently frozen in place. Like frozen things.

Fab.

2 minutes later

"Georgia? Is that you?"

Oh merde. I think he's seen me.

Lots and lots of Gee/Dave stuff in the next chapter.

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