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Chapter 3: Sara

It's funny how you get so attach to one person in so little time. I actually care for Catherine more than I want to admit. To find out that I was nothing more than fun on the side for her hurt me in the close vicinity of my heart.

I was even thinking that she could be my girlfriend…

Stupid, stupid!

It's going to be hard now to forget her lips on mine. What's bothers me so much is the fact that now all the good moments are tainted with lie. She seemed so genuine… I don't want to think that all this time she was mocking me, but then again somewhere she was.

Fuck!

For once I'd like not to be screw over. If it keeps on like this I'm going to think that there's an actual sign on my forehead encouraging people to do so.

There's a knock on my door, and I really hope that it's not Greg, as much as I enjoy my best friend's company, right now me and my bruised feelings would like to be alone.

I drag my feet to the door and look in the peephole. I feel anger filling my veins. Against a better judgement I open the door. Catherine is looking at me upset, nervous and lost, she's holding Spartacus in her hands for some unknown reason.

I sigh I get back in my apartment, leaving the door open behind me. I go to the fridge and grab a bottle of water while I hear the door being closed and locked.

"I left you messages," Catherine says.

"Yeah, I know."

"Sara, listen…"

"Let me guess, you hadn't planned for us to get along, or you just forgot you had a girlfriend, or she wasn't supposed to call home or you had meant to tell me that I was the fun on the side but somehow you forgot…am I right?" I speak harshly.

"Is that what you think of me?" she looks hurt. "That I'm cheap and I'm going around the block like that?" I look away but don't answer. "I asked you a question, do you think I'm a slut?"

"No," I finally say after holding her gaze for a moment. I might be angry at her I don't think she's a slut, no matter what comment I may have made about her using her sexuality in the past. Anger is quickly fading away leaving place to hurt. "What I don't understand is why you asked me out if you have a girlfriend?"

"Because I don't have any girlfriend…"

"Oh please…"

"No! Hear me out," she pleads. "Leanne is not my girlfriend. She's my best and oldest friend and it's a private joke between us, I swear Sara I don't have any girlfriend, I'm not like that. I've been cheated on enough time in my life not to be willing to impose this to anyone, much less to someone I truly care about."

I scrutinizing her, trying to see if she's telling me the truth or not, trying to decide if she looks genuine because she truly is or because I want her to be genuine about it, badly.

"Trust me, I don't have any girlfriend," she adds as if she was reading my mind. "The only person I want as a girlfriend is right in front of me."

"You want me as your girlfriend?" I ask, not willing to get my hopes up.

This time she blinks before looking away. "Now, I feel like a jackass…" she mutters.

"Why?"

"I thought…well…I thought we might head that way…I didn't consider the fact that you might not want more than…"

"Don't take it the wrong way but if I only wanted to get in your pants I would have worked my way there before our first date," I cut her. "So…you want me as your girlfriend?" I repeat with a small grin.

A smile creeps on her lips slowly and she starts to nod with resolution. "Yes, yes I do."

I take a few steps toward her but don't quite get in her space. "I'm sorry…"

"So am I, I think I would have reacted the same way had the parts been reversed," she tries to reassure me. I take another step toward and play with mini Spartacus' mane.

We both look at the stuffed animal. "It's the best gift I ever had on a date," Cath smiles. "Those were the best dates actually and…I hope there will be a lot more."

"There will be," I affirm her. I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips. "I'm sorry I ruined the night."

She closes the last inches in between us so we are sharing the same air, she brings her hand to my face and cups my cheek delicately. "The night is still young," she smiles brightly.

It's barely a nanosecond before my lips are connected with hers again.

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