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Puck's Point of view…
He sat on top of his kitchen island as he stared down at his hands. He got barley any sleep last night because something in the back of his mind kept flickering like a candle in the distance; So far away but so bright you can't help but to wonder why it's there. Everything seems to be going wrong lately. Between some ruff work at the shop last night, messing up all my sketches, and Rachel dodging my calls and texts this day as sucked so far. I try and concentrate on going through my morning routine. But as soon as I started the shower Luke threw up. I sighed and swiped it all up with paper towels and called for Luke to follow me into the bedroom; so he could sleep on the bed. He trotted after me and hopped up on the bed with me. He cuddle down by my feet and rested his head on my ankles.
As I laid there I couldn't think of any other way to get Rachel to talk to me again. Brittney was coming over in a few minutes so there was no time to run over to her apartment. And I already tried that. As soon she answered the door she slammed it shut as soon as she saw me standing there. I called her so many times and left so many voicemails her inbox is full. I sent her letters and texts. I did everything I could think of. I had a pounding headache from all of these complications. So soon enough I drifted off into a heavy sleep. I woke up an hour or so later, to find Brittney laying the bed next to me. She was tight jeans and an off the shoulder red sweater that was a scoop neck. She smiled a devilish smile and crawled over towards me.
"I didn't want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful." She kissed my cheek and straddled my waist. She covered the canvas of my face in kisses. Staining my cheeks with bright red lipstick marks.
"Britt, babe, I don't really feel good. I think I want to sleep." She sighed agitated. And hopped quickly off my lap and walked towards the bathroom. She crossed her arms and stood in front of the bed and glared at me.
"It's not really as I remembered, you know." She said nastily as she remembered how passionate her and Noah had once been.
"I said I was tired. It doesn't mean it's not like it used too. Your hot, babe, no can you let me sleep." I sighed as my eyelids felt heavy.
"You are so overrated. Do you know how many guys want to have me? Have you seen me? I'm not just hot, Noah. I'm sexy and gorgeous. I'm blonde and I have the best body in New York. I should be treated like I'm just that. I should be entitled a boyfriend who wants me." she spits towards me.
"Brit. It's just I feel that we had our time. And that time has passed; it wasn't possible to save. I'm lucky to have had you when I did. But I feel like what you did to me can't be forgotten. I can forgive you, of course, but you going behind my back like that will always remain with me. So when ever where not together I can't help but think, is she with another guy right now? I shouldn't have to think that. And since I'm being completely honest right now, I've been in love with someone before you came back." I should have braced myself for the punch in the face that came after that speech. And I'll never forget the look in her eyes when I said I loved someone else.
And I'll never forget the pain of admitting to myself that Rachel will never forgive me. So I got out of bed and busied myself with anything I could think of. Anything to get my mind off of Rachel. But no matter what I did Rachel's image just kept coming back to me.
A/N: this update sucks I know! Trust me I just need your guys help! I don't know how to get hem together! Help!