Hey everyone! Here's chapter 3! Enjoy!


Chapter Three

We walked on the board walk towards South Beach.

Marc and Darcy were a head of Clare and I.

They were walking together holding hands and laughing at everything.

Clare seemed at ease next to me.

I would sneak a glance at her from the corner of my eye.

She was so beautiful and pretty.

It amazed me that I had never met someone like her back in Toronto.

"So, you never told me where you're from." Clare said, eyeing me suspiciously.

I shrugged my shoulders and smirked.

"I'm from Canada, Toronto actually. I'm attending school there."

Clare's cocked her head to the side and smiled.

I watched her movement closely, maybe too closely.

Her curls bounced as we continued walking while her eyes were lit up from the sun.

"I'm from Toronto too." She said, a muffled laugh coming from her.

It was my turn to eye her suspiciously.

She lived in Toronto?

I had never seen her before, granted Toronto is a very large and populated city.

To think, if I had never met her here in Miami, would I have ever met her while in Toronto?

"What school are you attending?" She asked.

"Ryerson University."

Clare's face did a small twist.

Her lips formed a smile, revealing a row of beautifully white and perfect teeth.

"That explains stuff." She finally said, looking forward. "I go to York. The opposite side of the city."

I nodded slowly.

There was no way that I would have met her if we hadn't run into each other here.

It was safe to say, I felt like a lucky guy at the moment.

"I'm studying Criminology. Only three more years left." She finally said, sounding proud of herself.

I laughed.

She looked over to me, her smile disappearing.

"What?" She asked.

I tried to hide my laugh again, but it just came out sounding like I was weird.

"I just find it hard to see you becoming a detective or something." I had finally answered.

Clare pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

"Oh is it?" She asked. "You should know I love the shows Criminal Minds and Law and Order, those are what got me into that path. Anyways, what are studying, accounting?"

I laughed at that.

The thought of me being an accountant.

Not a chance.

"No actually, journalism." Clare's head snapped towards me.

"You write?" She asked.

I nodded and laughed again.

An accountant?

"I was originally going to take that." She said quietly, looking at the ocean. "Then, something changed and I ended up taking all my sciences and just forgot about writing."

She turned to me and smiled.

"I'd hope that one day I'll get to read your writing." She smiled.

I laughed and scratched behind my neck.

"I'm nothing special."

Clare shook her head.

The sun was beating down on us and her pale skin looked like it is reflecting the sun.

"What's your last name?" She asked.

I stopped walking and she turned to look at me.

"Should I be scared?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm, pulling me along with her.

Her skin was cold, even in this heat.

Her dress was strapless, so our bare skin was touching each others.

It was soft and smooth.

"I know your first name, I just thought maybe I'd look you up one day and see what you've written." She said, still clinging to me.

Her touch made me feel.. weird.

Like it was her that held me to the earth in that moment.

You sound like a freaking crack head, Eli.

"Goldsworthy." I said finally.

Clare stopped and turned me to face her.

She put out her hand.

"I'm Clare Edwards," She smiled. "It's nice to meet you Eli Goldsworthy."

I shook her hand.

Instead of letting go of it I started walking.

It felt right.

XXX

"You two seem to be hitting it off." Marc said.

We had found a small pizza place just off of South Beach.

Darcy and Clare sat just outside at the tables.

Marc and I were waiting for our pizza.

"She's nice." I said, looking at her through the window.

Marc hit my arm. "That's all? She's nice?"

I nodded and grabbed the pizza slice that the man had set on the counter.

"Well, Darcy is coming over tonight. Why don't you ask her to come too?"

I looked back over to Clare.

Both her and Darcy were laughing.

Marc grabbed his and Darcy's pizza and we started outside.

"Just ask, man." He said, right before we reached the table.

He took the seat next to Darcy, leaving the seat next to Clare open.

I slid in next to her and saw her smile at me.

"I hope you like cheese." I said, placing the two pizza slices in front of us.

She smiled and grabbed a slice.

Marc was eyeing me.

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to ask Clare.

I shook my head and began picking at the pizza.

Marc cleared his throat then looked at Clare.

"So, Clare." He said smiling. "Would you wanna come to a party tonight?"

Clare put her pizza down and stared at the table top.

Marc looked over to me. "I know it would make Eli happy."

I felt my fists clench.

Why was he being such a dick?

Clare looked towards me.

I peeled my eyes from Marc and looked over to Clare.

"You don't have to come." I said.

Darcy, sipping on her water, quickly added, "Come Clare! It would be so much fun! All four of us just letting loose!"

Clare looked over to Darcy, who was giving an encouraging smile.

Finally Clare shook her head and smiled slowly. "Why not?"

Darcy snuggled into Marc's side with a huge grin across her face.

Marc lifted his hands to me and smiled.

If this night went bad, I would put his nose to the back of his skull.


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