Please read a/n

Okay here's the thing, I re-read this chapter, and I didn't like it, it was annoying me so I decided to write a different one.

So hope you like it, but if you don't, then I'll change it back.

So here it goes.

Chapter Three (thinking )

If I was your Woman

Here I was, once again. In the arcade. In the same booth, where Darien had not just long ago, ( which was yesterday ), relieved to me what he was going to ask Anne.

I sat there in self-pity as I look out the window. Gazing upon many people, which were mostly couples. Looking at the way they would pass by with their arms or fingers entangle with one another. Thinking, and knowing that should be me and Darien. Then recall that we can never be, since his in love with someone else.

So stopping the notion of something that will never be. I pried my eyes away from the window and toward the plate that was in front of me. It consisted of fries, a hamburger, and in my glass, a chocolate milkshake. I looked at it, and for the first time in. . . ever, I didn't feel like gabbling it all down.

Feeling an eye on me, I looked up toward the counter and saw Andrew leaning on it with a bewildered look upon his face with a mixture of concern. To reassure him that I was perfectly fine, I gave him a quick smile and started looking at my plate. Instead of just staring at it, I picked up a fry and started twirling it around a pile of ketchup. I wanted to eat, but for some reason, I kept on twirling it around.

"Are you alright" a male voice spoke out of nowhere, startling me senseless. I looked up and saw Andrew's light green eyes shunning with concern. He then took a seat across me, awaiting for an answer as he looked me straight in my eye.

Breaking eye contact with his, I glance out at the window, then back at him. "I'm good Drew" I lied

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Drew I'm perfectly fine"

"Okay . . . Then why haven't you touched your food" he questioned with a raise of an eyebrow.

"I did touch my food" I said holding up the fry that I've been twirling around, ever since I picked it. "See"

"You know what I mean Sere. Now come on, I know that something's wrong."

"I'm telling you Drew. There's nothing wrong."

"Then prove it"

"What?" I asked unsure of how he wanted me to prove his theory. The theory that there wasn't a thing wrong with me, which in fact there was something that have been bothering me, and it all started yesterday. In this very same place. In this same exact booth to be precise.

"Prove it by eating that fry"

Giving him a skeptical look, I asked "Um, how is eating this single fry proving that there isn't anything bothering me?"

"It doesn't really, but I just want to make sure that your eating habit isn't going through some drastic change."

"O. . . K . . . " I said extending the letters as I look at the fry which has off course became cold. "If you say so" I slowly took a bit out of it and it left a stale taste in my mouth. "Hm, good" I lied once again. "So are you happy"

"As long as your okay"

"I'm good" I said once again trying to reassure him of my well being as I slid out of the booth, getting up to leave. "Sorry to cut this short, but I have to meet the girls."

He didn't say a word, only nodded his head as he cleared out what was on the table that I had left behind.

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