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"So, why did you ask me to lunch?" I asked Pete curiously. I tilted my head to the side and squinted a little. I imagine I looked slightly confused.

"Well…" he began, and I already knew what was coming. "I just wanted to apologize for being such an asshole." He looked down at his lap, looking grief-striken.

"You're apologizing to me for being yourself?" I smirked a little.

"Ok," he stood up. "This was a bad idea." He turned to walk away.

"Oh, stop being a baby," I stood up too, and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry. Keep going."

"Are you going to interrupt me again?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good," he sat down again. He sat in silence. I watched him, hesitant to say anything.

"Uh. Pete?"

"Sorry." He looked up again. "I couldn't think of anything to say."

I glared at him, exasperated. He smirked. I threw a roll at him, which he caught, to my frustration.

"Did you just ask me to lunch because cop guy, I mean, Kevin, was there?" I asked him.

He looked up to the ceiling as if it was immensely interesting.

"Pete!"

"Ok, fine, I did." He licked his lips and smiled.

This time I stood up and left. I heard him get up behind me. I slipped my heels off and ran. I hadn't run in a long time, so after about two blocks, I was wheezing. (I have asthma).

The practice was about five blocks away, so when I got there, I ran into my office and took refuge under my desk. I had to quiet myself, I was breathing so hard. My legs were shaking incredibly bad, and my breathing was getting worse. I hadn't had an asthma attack in over fifteen years, so I had almost forgotten what it felt like. But this was worse. My head was swimming, my eyes were blurry, my breathing ragged.

I heard my door open and held my breath. That lasted a whole of three seconds. Pete knelt down beside me and I let the tears flow out. I felt stupid. Stupid for hiding under a desk, stupid for giving Pete a chance, stupid for thinking he was anything different then all the rest of the men I had dated.

"Are you ok?" he asked. He looked amused, then scared. "Your face is white."

I struggled to say no, but I couldn't breathe. So I just shook my head. Frantically.

Pete motioned for me to come out from under the desk. I shook my head again.

"You're so damn stubborn." He stood up and stormed out of the office.

I strained my ears, but no. He was gone. Just like Pete.

My office door opened again. This time, Pete and Cooper knelt down by the desk.

"Come on Addison, get out of there," Cooper said sweetly. He held out his arm and I took it. He lifted me up and cradled me like a child. I buried my head in his collarbone and sobbed pathetically. This had hurt worse than all the other breakups I had endured.

I had realized then that I loved Pete.

And I resolved to never date him. Or give him a chance.

No matter how much it hurts.

Cooper carried me to his office and shut Pete out. He handed me an inhaler.

I stared at him curiously.

"I had asthma as a child. I keep the for emergencies." I breathed it in and immediately felt calmer.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" He sat next to me and rubbed my back. I sighed softly. More tears came.

"He's just an asshole." I said.

Cooper pulled me close, and put his arm around my shoulders. He let me cry quietly and didn't press me. I was so tired. I fell asleep.

Apparently, from what I heard later, Violet thinks I am Cooper's secret girlfriend.

This should go over nicely.