Hey guys! I totally spaced about actually updating the story. I've had everything for tonight uploaded in my doc manager but never actually added it to my story, and I had work tonight until ten, so I spaced. Sorry. I hope you guys aren't too mad, especially since I have two chapters for you tonight. I can't guarantee that they are long. This one is a decent size but the next one isn't. I really couldn't do anything more with it and didn't want to give it you guys next week and it be by itself. So I gave it as an add on because of flaking for three weeks. I'm still sad about that. That was never my intention. I will be more prepared in the future about internet and computer issues. Thanks for bearing with me and I hope you guys enjoy. So... Well here it is. At least it's still Wednesday... Lol. As Always, Read and Review!

Clare's POV

I met up with Adam at the coffee shop we ran into each other last week. It was currently Friday, and I had finished work about an hour ago. Adam and I talked for a while, normal friend things. Family. School. Life. He didn't mention Eli and neither did I. I think it was a mutual agreement. I wanted to rebuild my friendship with Adam separate from whatever I would have with Eli. I don't want Eli and I's relationship, whatever it becomes in any fashion, to affect Adam and me.

Whether Eli never wants to see me again, or whether we got back together; I didn't want Adam to be dragged along through it. It's my business. My stuff. Adam doesn't need to be dragged through it too. I feel bad already for dragging Eli through the pain he's been through. I never wanted that.

"So do you want to see it?" Adam asked, as I focused back on what he was saying. "The apartment?"

"I don't know." I began.

"Eli won't be there." He reassured.

"Okay. Sure." I smiled.

I followed Adam out and we walked down the street. We took the subway to his apartment, since it was too far to walk. He explained to me more about where he's lived. He told me that he lived in Toronto with Eli in an apartment both of their parents helped pay for. They both didn't want to separate, and they wanted to live on their own.

They ended up getting jobs at a local garage as mechanics, while they worked for their GEDs. All of the extra money they had from the garage, after all of their bills, went into a savings account to go away to school. When Eli and Adam picked a college, they decided to go together. They ended up choosing NYU, because Eli wanted to direct, and Adam wanted to do radio broadcasting.

They got an apartment off-campus since it was cheaper, and they got jobs at a garage on the other side of town, that Eli was currently working a shift at.

When we got off the train, I followed Adam down a couple blocks before we came to an apartment building. He continued to lead the way, and I followed, not really sure where to go. We ended up in an elevator, and we were quiet. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I just didn't know what to say to start another conversation.

Fortunately, I didn't have to, because the doors opened and I began following Adam again. When he came to a door, he took out his key and unlocked it. He held the door open, allowing me to go through. I looked around as Adam went and dropped his keys on the kitchen table. It was a decent-sized apartment. The kitchen area was to my left, passed the table that was placed between it and the door.

Across from us, against the opposite wall, was a balcony. The view was pretty, or what I could see of it, since it was dark. Over in that area, was a sofa and a chair that matched. Along with a dark-wood side table, coffee table, and entertainment center.

Between the kitchen and the living room area, was a hallway. It lead to two doors, before you came to a turn in the hallway. Those were the bedrooms. After the turn was a linen closet and a closet for the stacked washer and dryer. On the opposite wall was the door leading into the bathroom.

"So? What do you think?" He asked turning around.

"I like it. It's definitely you guys." I smiled. The furniture and paint were pretty much neutral. However, the bookcase of comic books and the entertainment center full of video games and controllers, showed their personality.

"Thanks." He smiled. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked.

"Sure." I replied. I followed him into the kitchen, and watched as he searched the fridge. I sat down at the table by him, waiting for him. I continued to glance around the apartment, out of boredom really.

I heard the door open, before I could move, turning around I came face to face with the person I dreaded meeting again. He didn't notice me at first, because the door swung and covered me. When he opened the door all the way, I noticed two things. One, he was older and looked more grown up. And two, he wasn't alone. He was with a girl. And she looked really familiar.

"Hey Adam?" He asked, before turning towards me, and locking eyes. From his expression I could see that he just noticed I was there. I saw Adam, in my peripheral, stand up and walk over with hesitation. "Clare. Do you know, Imogen?" He asked.

"Clare Edwards?" Imogen asked. "From the compound?" I realized then, that it was the same Imogen. The one from Asher's 'business'. The one who was a complete and total savage.

"I—" I was caught off guard. I wasn't sure what to say. I tore my eyes away from Eli and looked at Imogen. "You were there too. Right?"

"Yup. Oh. I can't wait to talk about our experiences. I would love to know what you thought about it. Since you were one of the newest. And Asher's favorite. Plus you are a girl, and Eli and Adam have different stories than us. Because we did things they didn't. Oh. I can't wait." She beamed, excited.

"I, actually, don't care to talk about that time. I am trying to forget about it." I stated, standing up.

"You can't just forget it. It's part of your past. It made you who you are, don't you see that?" She asked confused.

"It's a past I don't want to relive." I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. "I knew I shouldn't have come." I pushed passed Eli and Imogen, and headed out the door.

I walked quickly, hoping that I could get away before someone could follow. Luckily, I left the apartment building without any problems. I leaned against the wall outside to catch my breath. My heart was racing and I couldn't focus on anything but Eli. I saw the hurt in his eyes. I knew I hurt him. I felt guiltier and guiltier about that every day.

I needed to get away. I needed to go. I stopped a cab, and got in. I told him to drop me off somewhere quiet. I didn't care where. Probably not the safest idea, but I didn't care. All I was thinking was that I needed to get away. I couldn't take this happening again.