Hey guys! I know it's been forever since I've posted anything, but over those months I just couldn't find it in me to write anything. I guess I just wasn't getting inspired enough...i'm not even sure. But after my long absence I've finally decided to try to get back into the swing of things. We'll see how that decision plays out by the responses I get I guess. I'm not sure what I'll be doing next, and if you've read any of my other stories you know that two of them are still uncompleted. In Too Deep, well I guess I'll have to think through everything I want to do next with that. This story was just so fresh and new that I felt like I could mold it into anything I wanted. And that's exactly what I did with this new chapter.

I hope some of my amazing readers from before are still out there and I hope you all like this chapter. I'm sorry for my long absence :( I've just been overwhelmed with life.

Enough of my rambling, get to it! :)

Chapter 3

Love to Hate You

Finally, my last day of training was finished. It's been two weeks since I first went to orientation at the shelter. Two and a half weeks since I first arrived in this swampland. I grunted in frustration when I walked out of the shelter and discovered that the air was already starting to feel humid. Another storm was heading this way, as if this place really needed more rain. The plants were probably drowning by now.

I walked towards the parking lot, trying my best to avoid any puddles that were in my path. As I got closer to my car I began to fish around in my purse for my keys, and for the split second that I took my eyes off of the ground I accidentally stepped right into what seemed like a six foot deep trench full of water.

"Shit," I cursed to myself, realizing how stupid it was that I still didn't have a single pair of rain boots. I was dumb to ever think that it wouldn't rain today. Now my favorite pair of flats was probably ruined.

I quickly stepped out of the puddle and ran the rest of the way to my car, trapping myself inside when I finally managed to open the door. I felt like I was in a horror movie, trying to hide in my car from the murderer that was chasing me. But it wasn't a murderer that was after me, it was a vicious storm instead. I could hear the thunder roaring above me, and silently watched as black clouds began to roll in.

I knew there had to be a shoe store around here somewhere. This place can't be that far off the face of the earth.

I drove out of the parking lot and began searching each street for any sign of a shoe store. I knew I would have to hurry if I was going to get home before it started raining. I wasn't really all that great at driving in the rain.

"Bookstore, liquor store, something with a name I can't pronounce," I squinted in order to see each sign that I drove past. It took me about ten minutes to finally find the tiny store on the corner next to a pawn shop.

I parked near the sidewalk only a block away, running towards the store like Michael Meyers was chasing me with a butcher knife. I really really didn't want to get caught driving in the rain. As soon as I got in I picked out the only pair of rain boots I could find in the whole place. They were black and rose halfway up my calf, which was good enough for me. I quickly paid the store clerk and ran back out to the car, starting it up so I could get home as fast as possible.

You would think that I would start to get used to the rain after living here for two and a half weeks. I guess I was just being bitter about it, but I really did miss the sun. I could go outside for hours on end back in Arizona. I would be lucky if I could stay outside for thirty consecutive minutes here in Washington. It was sad really.

The rain didn't feel like cooperating with me on my way home. Halfway through the drive it started down pouring, and I could barely see through the windshield. I had to drive at about twenty miles per hour just to be sure that I didn't crash.

Once I was finally past Forks and entering La Push I let out a big sigh of relief. I turned onto an unknown street in order to try and get home faster than my usual route. I turned my attention off of the road for a slight second to turn down the heat in the car, and when I looked up I saw a raccoon sitting smack dab in the middle of the road.

I slammed on my brakes so that I wouldn't hit the poor animal, and started hydroplaning out of nowhere. I turned my wheel suddenly, and closed my eyes as I braced myself for what was to come. Either I was going to hit the raccoon or something else. A couple seconds later and I was thrown forward against the steering wheel, and I knew in that moment that I had crashed. I had just ruined my car. The car that my mom had just given me the keys to, telling me she trusted that I could handle driving my own car. The car that used to be my father's.

I was in deep shit.

I blinked a couple of times and stared in awe at how much damage I had done to the front end of the car. As some of the smoke cleared I saw the tree that I had inevitably run into. I could feel my whole body shaking from the horrible situation I was now stuck in. All I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and disappear.

I pulled the hood of my sweater over my head and zipped it up as far as it would go, hiding my head inside like a turtle hiding in its shell. I sunk down into my seat and rested my head up against my knees, wishing this was all just a dream. If it was, then my subconscious was a cruel piece of shit. If not, then I'm a dumb piece of shit.

Now you know why I absolutely hate the rain. It was my worst enemy in this small town. Now I definitely felt like I was in a horror movie from how fast my heart was racing. By now Michael Meyers would've stabbed me multiple times and I would be dead. I would probably be better off if that happened.

I kept myself in my shell for only a few more minutes before someone knocked on my window. I jumped from the sound and reluctantly looked up. Once I realized who it was I went right back into my shell again. Great, this creep is stalking me now. What was his name? Cole?

He opened the door without permission and my head shot upright in less than a second.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped.

He held his hands up in surrender, "You crashed your car," he looked like he was worried about me.

"So, what's it to you? How did you even find me?" I was disgusted by the fact that part of me felt bad for talking to him this way.

"You're kind of on my property," and then he suddenly half smiled, unphased by my callous tone.

I looked out the back window and saw a small house directly across from me. I now realized that I somehow ended up on the side of his house. Out of all people.

I turned towards the door and glared at him so he would know to move. He backed away obediently and I stepped out of the car, hissing at the pain I suddenly felt in my arm.

As soon as that happened, all hell broke loose, "Are you ok?" he stepped closer to me, "Were you hurt? Is something broken? Oh God I should call 911! Shit where's my phone!"

"Will you shut up already?!" I screamed, "I'm fine!"

My heart sunk from how rude I was being to him. He was just concerned for me. I shouldn't be acting like-

What am I even talking about?

"Ugh!" I groaned, heading to the front of the car and checking out the damage. Right now I couldn't care less that I was getting soaked from the rain. The whole front bumper was smashed in. There was no way I could cover this up. I was screwed no matter what. And to make matters worse it was stuck on this idiot's property. I don't even know what I'm going to do.

I definitely wasn't staying here all night just to watch the car, and I couldn't bring it home either. So I was just going to have to leave it here and trust he doesn't do anything with it.

I walked back to the car door while he was staring me down, still looking slightly frantic. I grabbed the keys out of the ignition and my dirty flats out of the passenger's seat.

"I'm going to have to come back tomorrow to pick up the car," I said to him, "I swear to God if you do anything to this car I'm going to hurt you!"

His frantic face turned into one of amusement. Oh great, so he has frequent mood swings. One second he's worried, the next he's acting all cocky, and then he's back to being worried again.

"I'm sure you couldn't hurt me," he pointed out.

I was ready to laugh at that, but stopped myself, "Whatever," I said.

As I began to walk around him in the direction of my house I became more and more confused by what was going through my head. I didn't know this guy at all and yet there's something inside of me that wants to know him. That night we first met should've completely creeped me out, but a part of me actually enjoyed it. Part of me couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Where are you going?" he called after me, and I could hear his footsteps following closely behind me.

"I'm going home," I glanced over my shoulder at him. I wanted to be rid of these stupid butterflies fluttering around inside of me every time I saw his face.

"Why don't you let me give you a ride? It'll be much safer that way. Plus, you'll have less of a chance of getting pneumonia," he suggested.

I shook my head, even though I really wanted to get out of the rain, "I'm pretty sure I can manage."

I glimpsed at my feet and then looked up again, my heart stopping because he was now standing right in front of me.

"How did you-?" I shook my head, "Never mind."

I walked around him and kept going.

"You know you're heading in the wrong direction right?"

My walking soon turned into nothing, and I just stood there and let his words sink in.

"How do you even know where I live?"

He smiled, "I walked you home remember?"

I sighed, "I try not to."

He made sure to keep his hands in his pockets and far away from me, from touching me. I scanned him up and down for a minute and realized how handsome he really was. How stupid it was for someone as plain and unattractive as me to be even thinking about someone like him.

Ugh, just stop it already.

"Just let me take you home in my car. You don't have to talk to me or even look at me. I just want to know you're safe."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I didn't know him and he didn't know me. We were practically strangers, and yet he was concerned about me getting home safe. Why should he care about my safety?

"Please?" he pouted his lower lip.

The more I stared at him the more I felt my mean façade falter. The more I wanted to get to know him and figure out exactly why he would ever begin talking to me, the outsider from Arizona who can barely handle a little rain.

And despite all the fury inside of me. Despite how horrible this night was turning out to be, and how much I acted like I wanted to hate him, I laughed at the face he was making.

"You know that's really pathetic."

A slight smile appeared on my face, all my hate for him melting away the second we made eye contact. I had gone from infuriated to completely content in less than five seconds.

"So is that a yes?"

I shrugged, "I guess it is," I was feeling more confused than ever.

This wasn't like me. This behavior was completely out of the ordinary. I wasn't the type of girl that got all soft around guys I thought were attractive. I kept my walls up and let my snarky side take over. It was a defense mechanism I used in order to keep most people away from me, away from the hurt my life constantly brought on and would eventually bring on. It was easier to live knowing that if I did end up having Huntington's, then I wouldn't have tons of friends crowding around at my funeral. I didn't have to feel burdened by the fact that this disease would hurt those people more than it could ever hurt me. It was bad enough that I had my family to worry about; I couldn't worry about friends either. So, I only really had two true friends back in Arizona who were willing to put up with my bullshit, Tristan and Layla. But who knows, moving to La Push could've changed all of that.

I really don't understand why I suddenly felt like getting closer to him instead of pushing him away from me. Almost every part of me was telling me to deny his offer to take me home and forget he ever existed. But it was my heart that was telling me to give him a shot, and for some odd reason I listened to it.

I followed him to the driveway out in front of his house where an old beat up truck was parked. He went inside and got the keys for the car while I waited on the porch, trying to get it through my thick skull that nothing like this could ever happen again. After this I had to stop talking to him.

He came back out looking like he just won some sort of amazing prize. I honestly didn't understand what was so exciting about this.

On the way to my house I kept my eyes out the window while my teeth chattered and my hands shook inside my coat pockets. The whole way there I could feel his eyes studying me, and I was afraid that I was going to get into another accident from how focused he was on me instead of the road.

"You're freezing," he pointed out.

"N-No, I-I'm r-r-really not," I groaned at how weak my lie was.

He reached his arm out towards me and wrapped it around my back. I immediately froze from the contact, and looked back at him with a glare.

"You d-don't have t-to d-do that," I said.

His expression was completely serious, "I can't just watch you shaking like a leaf over there."

It was difficult to deny that his extremely warm skin wasn't helping. It was even harder to say that I didn't feel satisfied with his arm around me.

"We're n-not friends," I was trying to convince myself more than him.

He seemed to become slightly saddened by what I just said, and he instantly covered it up with a smile so I wouldn't notice, "You say that now, but I can be pretty convincing."

"And I-I'm a tough egg to crack."

He shook his head from side to side, "I'm not going to back down. I'll sit and wait around forever if I have to."

"Why would you do t-that?" I asked, exasperated by the fact that he was so persistent, "What makes m-me so different f-from everyone else? You're a nice looking guy who c-can probably have anyone he wanted. I'm s-sure it won't bruise your ego too much."

He became silent then, and I didn't feel like saying anything else either. I just sat there and looked out the window again with his arm still clinging firmly around me.

"I think you just said that I'm nice looking," I could practically hear the cheeky grin on his face from the way he was talking, "Which means you think I'm hot."

I rolled my eyes, "Ok, let's get one thing straight I do not in any way, shape or form think that you are hot."

I was lying and I knew it, and by the chuckle I heard from him he knew it as well.

"Say what you want, but I know what you really meant."

I turned my head back around towards him, feeling that soft side of me begin to take control of me after I saw the way he smiled. I took a small peak down at his stomach and could see his perfect abs showing through his fitting shirt, which made it even harder to deny the fact that he was the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life.

"You think way too highly of yourself," I threw it out there in an attempt to regain some of that anger I had in my voice before, but it was no use, I was becoming the Pillsbury dough boy.

I placed my head onto the cold glass window for the rest of the ride home, feeling defeated. When we finally arrived and he stopped his truck right in front of the house I expected him to just let me go up to the door by myself. I realized that wasn't exactly going to be the case. As he made his way around to my door I wondered why he was trying so hard. It was like he was trying to impress me and yet we barely even knew each other.

He opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car, holding back any mean comments my brain felt like spewing at him. The air was quiet as we made our way towards the door. I kept my gaze on both of our feet as we walked up the steps, thinking about how weird this night was turning out to be. When we were both finally standing still and we stood there face to face, I couldn't find it in me to just tell him to go.

"Thanks for driving me home," its official, I'm giving up on being a harsh and cruel jerk to him, "I'll come by tomorrow to get the car."

He nodded and just stared at me in silence. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, wondering what he found so interesting about my face that caused him to stare at it for so long. There had to be some sort of food stain or something in between my teeth for him to do that.

I began to open the door with my key and could practically feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"You know I have this friend who's pretty good at fixing up cars. I'm sure he would be willing to take a look at it for you if you want."

I took one step inside and turned back around, "It's ok, really. I'm probably not going to be able to afford whatever price he's asking for anyways. I'm completely broke."

He shook his head, "He won't charge you anything."

My eyes widened at that small flicker of hope he was teasing me with, "Really?"

I saw him nod, "Yeah, he's one of my best friends."

And at that moment, I couldn't resist the feelings that were clattering around inside of me. Somehow, I went against everything I believed in and everything I've done in the past, and I completely rid myself of all the hate for him.

"Thank you, you don't know how much that would mean to me."

As I stood there watching rain drip off of his soaking wet clothes and dark hair I did something I've never done before. Something that my heart was telling me to do.

"Do you want to come inside for a minute? I could get you a towel to dry off."

He looked just about as surprised as I felt, "Am I still talking to the same Ellie from before or are you her clone? I swear you hated me just ten minutes ago."

I chuckled, "Yeah, well you Quileutes make it hard to hate any of you with your tan skin and dark hair. It's hypnotizing. So, are you coming in or not? This is a once in a life time offer that won't come up too many times in the future."

He raised his eyebrows, "Did you just imply that I'm hot…again?"

I shook my head and slowly began to close the door, "Bye Collin."

He tightly gripped the wood with his hand, and he used so much force that I immediately stopped, "Yes, I would love to come inside."

"You should've said that in the first place."

Collin smiled down at me as he stepped into my house, "You must think you're pretty funny."

I shrugged one shoulder, "I wouldn't really say that."

"Want to know something else?"

I closed the door behind the two of us, barely taking account of the fact that he was inside of my living room. The guy I thought was creepy a half an hour ago was now here in my house. God, I never would've predicted this to happen.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

He didn't even take his gaze off of me to check out the place. His focus was solely on me, "You also said that you won't make this kind of offer again in the future, which can only imply that you plan on seeing me in the future. And that means that we are in fact friends."

I stood there and thought that through for a minute, realizing that I really did say that. I also realized that I actually wanted that to be true. I wanted to see him in the future, but I wasn't about to let him know that.

"We're not friends. I hate you," I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You're just in denial."

"Look, do you want a towel or not?" I put my hand on my hip.

He laughed, "Yes please."

I allowed myself to smile at him and then started to head for the bathroom. Once I finally snapped back into reality I realized that mom and Luke were nowhere to be found. Or else they were just hiding and making no sound whatsoever. I wasn't going to complain about them being away though. I didn't need mom trying to embarrass me about bringing a 'boy' into our house.

I walked into the bathroom and grabbed the closest towel I could find. When I turned back around I bumped right into Collin's wall of muscles, my face getting smashed up against his biceps.

"Jesus Christ!" I yelled, stumbling backwards.

He grabbed my arm gently and steadied me, "Shit, I'm sorry. Are you ok? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry."

I began to giggle at him and how easily he overreacted, "You know you have a tendency to freak out at the smallest things."

His body instantly relaxed when he realized that I was perfectly fine, "Believe me if it were anyone else I would've let them fall on their ass."

I was set back by that, but brushed it off quickly.

"Here's your towel captain weird."

Collin grabbed it and grinned sheepishly.

"I'm gonna leave you in here to dry off. I'll be in my room if you need anything."

He nodded silently and I walked out of the bathroom. I went into my room and changed into my comfortable pajamas, and as I changed I thought about who was in the room right down the hall from me. I thought about how it got to this point. It took a car crash and a ride home with him for me to get over the fact that I thought he was creepy, and I truly wondered why I felt so compelled to believe that his intentions were only good. Why did my heart feel so strongly for this guy when I didn't know one thing about him? Why did I feel like it would've hurt me if I didn't let him come inside? As if I would miss him if he suddenly left.

I fell back onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to understand when and how I suddenly turned soft. I was never this accepting of guys before. I've always rejected any guy who has tried to come too close to me. I even rejected a senior that asked me to prom last year back in Arizona. Well, that was partially because he was known to be a man-whore who only went out with girls for sex. Tristan was the only guy who I did get close to, but that was only because he was just as rude and sarcastic as I was. Plus, he was gay so it wasn't like he was going to be coming on to me anytime soon.

"Ellie?" Collin knocked on the door frame.

I sat up straight, erasing all my thoughts for now. I noticed how wide his eyes were as he looked around my room and took everything in. It really was a lot to take in too. From the lights strewn around my room to the teal walls, to the many pictures posted all over my walls. It could be considered overwhelming to some.

"This is your room?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, I just finished everything up a couple of days ago."

He took a couple steps inside and my heart stuttered.

Ugh, shut the hell up you obnoxious organ.

His eyes finally met mine and all I can say is that I was getting lost in them. From the way the light was hitting them they were completely black which made him look even hotter than before…

Oh God did I really just think that in my head?

"It looks amazing," he walked over to one of the walls and began to admire each one individually, his hands residing in his back pockets. I found it really attractive whenever guys did that…

I stood up and walked over to him, smiling at the picture of the chocolate lab he was staring at, "That's Milky Way," I stated proudly, "he was one of my favorites."

Collin looked at me with a confused expression on his face. I felt obligated to explain, "Back in Arizona I volunteered at a shelter and all of these pictures," I looked around the room, "are pictures of animals I cared for."

And with that, my body started shivering from having his eyes on me. My heart was going insane and I started to feel dizzy, but I kept my composure in front of him. I couldn't let him know that I was becoming less sane each time he looked at me.

"You like animals."

I nodded, "I love them," I moved over to another picture of a tabby cat with only one eye, knowing that Collin would follow me, "This is Rosco. He came in with a ruptured eye from getting scratched by a cat during a fight. The owner turned him in, but only after it was too late. The eye was badly infected and had to be removed immediately. I took care of him every day for almost six months. He was an optimistic cat and a fighter, and he got adopted just before I left Arizona."

It wasn't hard for me to begin to ramble on about a few more pictures. If you get me started on talking about animals then I'm never going to stop. Volunteering was the easiest thing for me to talk about because it was the one thing that got me through my dad's illness. It lifted me up when I was down and kept my tears away.

"You seem passionate about helping these animals," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I am," I sat back down on my bed to stop myself from talking more about my experiences, "I'm sorry it must be totally boring for you to hear about all of that. I just get so caught up in it that I can't stop myself from talking. It's a horrible habit of mine."

He sat right next to me on my bed, our faces barely inches apart, "You want to know something I just realized?"

Oh great this again, "What now?"

"You actually seemed like you really liked me there for a minute. Like you enjoyed having me here."

I lost my train of thought for a moment and just gaped at him, neither denying nor accepting what he said as the truth.

A couple minutes later, I blinked rapidly in order to get a hold of myself. And once I knew I was in control again, I moved my face closer to his, tricking him.

"You want to know something that I realized?" I asked, mocking him.

He was still moving closer, looking like he was ready to –I hate to say it- kiss me.

"You're pushing your luck," I stood up quickly, watching him as he sat there looking stunned. I began laughing as I watched his face fall.

"I can't believe you just did that," He tried to act mad but I could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

"And I can't believe you thought we would kiss when I don't even know you. I'm really considering going back to hating you and thinking you're a creep just because of that."

"I wasn't going to kiss you. We're not even friends remember?"

"Yes, I remember," I was almost ready to say we were friends, but I knew that I wasn't even remotely sure of anything right now. Not when my head and my heart were not agreeing on much.

He walked over to where I was standing and towered over my usually tall frame. His eyes grew serious for a minute, and I can say that I felt slightly intimidated, "You're one of the most confusing girls I've ever met."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "That's only because I don't know how I should feel about you."

Did I really just admit that to him? I should've thought that through before I let it come out of my mouth.

"If you stick around you can find out," he offered.

Just then I heard the front door begin to open, and I heard my mom and my brother walk into the house.

"We're home Ellie!" My mom shouted in a cheery, sing song voice.

I let my gaze fall away from his face and I was now eye level with his chest, "Great, I haven't even thought about what I was going to tell her, let alone how I'm going to explain you being here to her."

He chuckled, "If you start it off I'll help you out," he paused for a moment, making it seem like he was contemplating whether or not to say something, and choosing to say it anyways, "but only if you promise to hang out with me tomorrow."

I glared at him, "Bribery is a brutal way to get me to hang out with you."

"Come on, you're going to have to get the car tomorrow anyways."

I sighed and slapped my hand on my forehead, "I guess I don't really have a choice then."

"Ellie?" I heard my mom heading down the hallway, "Who are you talking-," her question was answered when she walked through the door.

"Hey mom," I exclaimed, "Where did you guys go?"

"Who's this?" My question was completely ignored, and I could see that devilish look in her eyes when she took notice of Collin. It was the same face she had on when that guy Seth and I were talking when we first moved in. She was going to be a matchmaker again.

"Well it's a funny story actually-,"

"I'm Collin Rivera," he stuck his hand out for her to shake and she gladly accepted it, "Ellie's friend."

Oh yeah this was really helping me.

"It's nice to meet you Collin, and it's good to know Ellie's already making some friends. So what brings you here?"

"Like I said, it's a funny story. On my way home from the shelter I kinda tried to take a shortcut down his street and a raccoon came out of nowhere. I could barely see and I accidently swerved the car so I wouldn't hit it and ran into a," I gulped, "a tree…outside his house."

Her expression was blank then and I already knew she was mad, "Dad's car?" her lifeless voice was returning, which could only mean that I royally screwed this all up.

"It's ok though!" I pointed to Collin, who wasn't really saying much. So much for holding up his end of the bargain, "He said his friend can fix it up for free."

I could see the glint of tears in her eyes that were ready to pour out, but she kept calm because Collin was here, "Did he really?"

"Yes," he finally chimed in, "It shouldn't be a problem. He can fix it up tomorrow and have it back to you in perfect condition in no time."

My mom grinned at that, "Well that would be just great if he could."

Collin nodded and smiled, "I'll make sure it happens."

"Oh Ellie you should bring this guy around more often! He's a sweetheart!"

"Yeah he's a real gem," I muttered sarcastically.

Collin shot me a smirk, "Plus, Ellie and I wanted to hang out a bit tomorrow if that would be ok with you?"

Really? He's going to do this to me? I mean I know I wasn't being so nice to him before, but this is just plain mean. He knows that he's got my mom hooked, now he's just trying to score extra brownie points.

"That would be wonderful wouldn't it Ellie?" she gave me a sideways hug.

"I wouldn't call it wonderful," I guess I couldn't complain because I know if Collin wasn't here then I would be getting a mouthful from her right now. So technically he was saving me….and now I owed him.

"I should be going," Collin said to me, "it was nice to meet you," he smiled at my mom.

"You can call me Shirley dear," she decided to give him a hug instead of shaking his hand again. I immediately felt my cheeks starting to turn red from her actions. It was just like her to do something like that. To be honest, it seemed like she liked him even more than I did.

Once my mom was finished with her little hug fest I led Collin back through the hall and into the living room. He faced me after I opened the door for him and wouldn't stop smiling at me.

"Your mom is one of the nicest people I've ever met."

I sighed dramatically, "She can be a little over the top sometimes. Any friends I bring home are practically treated like royalty. I guess she thinks I don't do enough of that."

And everything became serious for those few minutes we were standing there. The cold air blew in from outside, but neither of us seemed to notice. I was trying to figure out why I just said that while he was probably surprised that I decided to reveal that small part of information about myself.

"I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow then," I said, "against my own free will."

He smirked at me again and brushed a piece of hair out of my face, "You know you can't wait to see me tomorrow."

I bit my lip just because I didn't want to admit out loud to him that every word he just spoke was the God honest truth.

"Your head seems to be increasing in size by the second," I joked, trying to keep my cool.

He let out one more laugh before he started to head out, "Bye Ellie," he glanced back at me one more time before his eye contact drifted to somewhere in the distance.

I whispered a goodbye before I closed the door, trying to contain all of these emotions that were mixing around inside of me. This night full of strange events left me with many questions, and with a lot to sort through. I highly doubt that I'll get any sleep tonight.

Great. Just great.

So again I just want to say thank you to everyone who has made it to the end of this chapter. I know that it's wrong of me to be asking for any reviews at this point but if you liked it then let me know and we'll see where this story goes from there.

I know that Ellie seems really confusing in this chapter, but I wanted it to be that way. She's completely confused by everything Collin is bombarding her with all at once. And let me just say that every time I had to type the name Collin I was very close to writing Brady instead...I guess my fingers are accustomed to writing for In Too Deep haha

Thank you very much for reading this! Review if you still have a tiny bit of faith in me! :)

~KK