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Chapter 3

Nate pulled me behind him and spread out his arms wide, like he was a large protecting shield. "Cover your face with your hair," I nodded dumbly and stared at my feet, letting my hair fall like a blanket. "What's going on Nate, the people look scary, but they don't seem hazardous," I started.

I could feel Nate tense up in front of me. "It isn't the girls you should be afraid of, it's the paparazzi. Once they see you with me… they'll follow you everywhere, watch your every movement… you'll be harassed," I thought back to Dominique and the evil twins. Cameras would follow me everywhere… and see the life I lived. They might even take me away once it leaked out that Dominique was… well locking me up in a hole like that.

I looked up abruptly and our noses brushed. I could feel my cheeks burn and I dropped my head again. "Sorry…"

"Its… it's fine," he stuttered. "Hey, how high are these hedges?" Nate had dropped his arms and was trying to reach the top of the hedge with his hands. "Medium high?" I guessed shrugging my shoulders.

His brown eyes seemed to light up for a moment and I raised my eyebrow. Nate chuckled. "You can't go under, but you can go over," I paused for a moment, digesting what he just said. "Oh no, no, no, no," I said, backing away from him. "You can't be thinking of throwing meover! I have a fear of heights!" I shouted, my voice cracking on the last word.

Nate's brown eyes searched mine again, and the familiar jolt of energy washed over me like a huge tsunami. I contemplated for a moment, standing with my hands on my hips and staring Nate down. He didn't seem to mind that I was glaring at him… And he wasn't that small built either.

"Don't drop me okay," I stuttered, trying not to show him I was afraid. I bent down and slid off my converse shoes. Nate studied them with his eyes. He was scrutinizing all the holes my shoes had, and all the areas where I had patched it up with raw fabric. "Don't ask," I started and turned around to throw my shoes over the hedge.

"Sure you'll be okay," I asked. For a moment I couldn't believe I was showing concern for a total stranger. Well, he wasn't a total stranger; there was something about him that was oddly familiar. "I'll be fine," he assured me.

I smiled at him one last time before he bent down and put his hands together, like a platform. I grabbed onto his shoulders, still sore about my fear of heights, and jumped onto his hands. I was trembling and I could hear Nate chuckle from below.

"Ha ha," I mimicked as I leaned over him to graze the top of the hedge. Nate grunted," Ready, one, two, three!" Wait—what was he doing? I tried to scream in protest but Nate had already thrust his arms up into the air and flipped me over to the other side.

I felt like I was flying, like I could see the world. But then I came crashing down and landed hard on my butt. "Ugh…" I groaned. "Are you okay?" I scrambled up to a standing position and turned to the hedge, seeing Nate's face search mine through the leaves.

He stuck his hands in and pulled the twigs to a side, so that it was like we were talking through a window. "Should be," I said. "You should go Nate."

Nate nodded. "I should. Hey… Thanks. It was… fun," He laughed and I giggled. "No problem, good luck," I picked up my converse shoes, waved a final goodbye to him and turned to leave. But as I was leaving, Nate stretched his hand and wrapped his arms around my wrist.

"Wait!" A small smile seemed to creep up on my face. I spun around slowly. "What's your name?" Oh… that's all he wanted. I could feel the smile disappear. "It's Ma—"

"Nate! AHHH!" a bunch of loud voices screamed. For a moment our eyes locked, mine filled with confusion, Nate's with frustration and… sadness? He pulled his arm back through the hedge and I couldn't see him anymore.

I sighed. Well, he was popular and I was a maid cum slave to Dominique. Cinderella stories don't happen in real life, it was obvious that Nate only wanted my name in a moment of curiosity. I trudged back slowly to 's shop and stopped short.

The library books were gone. I dropped to my knees and searched, not caring that I was wearing dark jeans that would be stained with dust when I got up. "No!" I muttered to myself angrily.

Dominifreak was going to freak.

AHH. I know the chapter isn't fantastic, in fact I don't really like it. At all. But ive been busy and I havnt had time to rewrite. Review k?

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