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~~Chapter 4~~

Clay POV

I looked at Hannah. Her dirty blonde hair fell like a thin curtain in front of her face, she was staring intently at the coke. Watching the bubbles rise. Her blue eyes wide. She looked so happy and curious I had no idea why she thought about death. She was so perfect and she always put herself last. She lifted her head her hair covering one eye. I smiled sheepishly, my ears growing red. She looked at me and titled her head to the side.

"What?" I asked innocently embarrassed. Her creamy skin flushed pink.

"I was trying to find out why you were blushing."

"Ohhhh…" I said.

"So why were you?" she asked.

"I thought you caught me staring." I said, embarrassed. She looked oddly confused.

"Staring at what?" I blushed brighter.

"You…" I replied awkwardly. Her eyes widened.

"Me?" she sounded shocked. I nodded, slowly. "What's there to look at?" Did she own a mirror?

"What? I mean uh, Hannah, you're beautiful." I said simply. She just shook her head. "You are I wish you would just believe it." Kristen walked over to the table.

"Refills?" she asked.

"Yes…hey uh, would you happen to um...do you have a mirror?" Kristen hesitated then pulled out a compact. I nodded "Thanks." She reluctantly smiled before leaving to get refills. "Here look, tell me what you see." I said handing Hannah the small compact mirror she shrugged then took it her eyes widening like she saw her reflection for the first time.

Hannah POV

She was beautiful. Her skin was a creamy white. Her shiny dirty blond hair flowed gracefully down her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed a faint pink and her eyes were a deep blue green and they were wide with amazement and curiosity. Her lips were a slightly darker rose, not too dark or too light. Hmmm I thought, they're probably like that from kissing Clay. I handed back the mirror. I never really looked at the mirrior often, always afraid to see...I looked at Clay's eyes wholesome and honest. He smiled at me and said proudly

"Told you so." I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you did."

Kristen had come back with refills and Clay was just looking at me. His deep brown eyes staring intently at me. I became self conscious and looked down so that my hair fell, protectively covering my face.

"Why?" he asked. I looked up at him.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Why?" he said again.

"Why….what?" I asked.

"Why….How could you think that no one would miss you, that you'd be better off dead." he whispered the last part. I shrugged.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I don't know, I just feel like no one liked me…" I said trying to sound calm.

"I like you." I smiled.

"I know, but I didn't know that before Clay…" he nodded.

"I'm glad."

"What?" I asked softly.

"I'm glad that I built up the courage today, that I finally did what I wanted to do." I smiled again.

"I am too." I whispered, truthfully.

"Hey…" Clay whispered he grabbed my hand and took it gently in his own.

"Let's get outta here." he says. I nod.

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