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Disclaimer: Do I really have to say this in every chapter?? Idk, but you know I own nothin' but the plot, so let's get on with it already, shall we?

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Yeah, so I know I kinda deserved the cold reply yesterday, but it still bothered me. Anyways, I was sitting in another Davis Team meeting, only half paying attention. Finally, Jonathan broached the subject I knew he was dying to ask about, "So, how has the progress with Snyder gone so far?"

I think he was trying to sound professional, but to me he sounded about like a teenage girl asking her sister about the guy in school that had a crush on her. I pushed away the comparison and looked up at him, "Not so good," I sighed, then shot into the story of what happened the day before, "Then he told me to get the hell away from him and stormed inside," I finally finished and Jonathan had his eyebrows raised at me.

"So why didn't you use any of the lines I wrote for you?" he asked accusingly. I just shrugged and muttered a noncommittal response. The real reason, of course, was because I didn't want to lie to Luke. Only as a last resort, but I would just imply enough in what I said, that he would fill in the blanks without me having to directly lie to him.

"I'll try again," I said, in an effort to get him to move onto the next subject.

He nodded and leaned back, looking down at his clipboard again, "Jennifer, how many more fliers do we need to print?"

And so the meeting continued, and I hardly paid attention at all. I probably should pay more attention, actually, as I'm the one running, but right now I couldn't focus on the task. My mind was wandering between what happened yesterday, my odds of getting my best friend back, and fulfilling Jonathan's stupid list.

An hour later and I was heading to Al's again, my favorite after-boring-meeting spot for a quick dinner. Just my luck, Luke was sitting in a booth, staring blankly into his coffee mug, though Noah was no where to be seen. Deciding now was as good a time as any, I walked over and sat down across from him. I almost opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it when he looked up at me.

The look on his face was a hard one to distinguish. Anger, with an odd mix of hurt and guilt, "I'm sorry," he said so faintly I wasn't sure if he actually said it, until he continued, "I shouldn't have gone off on you like that yesterday."

Calling upon my acting skills yet again, I put a sad kind of smile on my face and leaned forward with my arms on the table, "No, you had every right to get mad at me; I shouldn't have bought it up. I mean, I know you're wi-" I let my voice catch and swallowed an imaginary lump in my throat and I stared sadly at the table before continuing, "I know you're with Noah."

He looked up at me, apparently unsure of what to say, then looked back down, biting his lip, "Well, you know it doesn't change anything."

"I know," I said simply, letting a slightly sad tone enveloped my voice, "I don't know, I guess I was just hoping-" I caught myself before I let a lie slip, and bit my lip, looking uncertain, then let out a quiet, humorless laugh, "I guess whoever said that a first love never dies was full of it, huh?"

Luke didn't reply, staring hard at his drink, then abruptly stood, "I should go."

"Wait," I grabbed his arm like I had the night before hoping the result wouldn't be the same. But he just turned and looked at me, waiting for what I had to say, "J-Just know, that I made a mistake, ok? I just need you to know that I shouldn't have reacted how I did at Raven Lake," I let my voice grow quiet, forcing the next words out of my mouth with difficultly, though I didn't show it, "Maybe things would've turned out different."

Luke looked away from me for a moment, then caught my eye again, "I know," he said quietly, then added, "And I just need you to know that it doesn-"

"Doesn't change anything," I finished for him, staring at the floor with a fake hurt look on my face.

He just nodded, and I released his arm from my grasp, letting the tips of my fingers glide softly down his arm, if only for effect. Then he turned and left without another word. I let the sadness linger on my features for only a moment after the door shut, then a slight smirk crossed my lips.

1.) Convince Luke that I made a mistake by not giving him a chance. CHECK!

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A/N: I know it's kinda short, sorry about that. But, what do you think? Let me know, please! I love reviews so much, and they make me update faster when I see that a lot of people like the story!!