*Claire’s Point of View*
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"Uh, do I... uh, know you?" I asked the girl cluelessly since she's so happy seeing and knowing that it's me.
Well, there are lots of people who knew me after all.
"Oh, uh... No, but I know you. I am someone's sister that knows you. I mean, I have a sister that knows you. Uh, a classmate of yours in elementary school." She stammered, and I just gave her a very confused face.
She looks like she's twenty-something up. And she's pretty. But no one is prettier than my girl. No, my girl is not pretty; she is gorgeous. Yep. And I miss her badly.
"Umm, there's a lot of them? Uh, which exactly?" I asked her, and I really don't have any idea who she is.
"Well, do you remember a girl that always made fun of you back in your primary days?" She asked, and she's making this harder for me. There are also lots of them.
I just gave her a more confused look while I took a sip of the cocktail I ordered.
"Samantha Rivers? That very annoying little girl?" She asked, and I spit the contents of my mouth to the bartender near us. How did she--? Or is she? Okay. I thought... Damn!
"Sorry. What?" I asked her in disbelief. It hasn't sunk into my nervous system yet.
"I am Samara Rivers. Sam's older sister." She replied, and I just nodded my head slowly with my mouth hanging open.
"Wow, uh... I thought you were in... London?" I asked her, and she's the one who is confused now.
"How did you know? Uh, I just got here yesterday from the UK. We actually have a business trip here." She asked and said while still smiling so wide.
Oh, that's why she got the accent.
"Okay," I let out, and she asked me again.
"Does my sister still annoy you? Are you still in touch with each other?" She asked, and I nodded my head.
Yeah, I actually have touched her whole body. Sh*t, what am I thinking? I guess it's the effect of alcohol.
"Yeah. But, umm..." I answered, and I remembered our situation right now.
"Really? Well, she had a big crush on you back then. That's why she makes fun of you. I just miss her so much." She uttered with excitement, and I smiled at the thought of her.
"Yeah. I missed her too." I muttered and sighed.
"Oops, did I spill too much? Damn, she might kill me if I told you about her secret." She panicked, and I looked at her face.
They kinda looked similar to me now, but she got light brown hair.
"No, it's okay. We're actually in a complicated situation right now." I uttered, and she's been listening intently.
"You mean… she's still bullying you? Or you hate her so much that you got into a fight?" She asked curiously, and I just sighed.
"Your father kind of... Caught us making out, and he's mad and wants me to stay away from her, or he'll do something unpleasant to my family," I explained, and she got her eyes went bigger with her jaw dropped.
"Wait, wait, wait. You're making out, as in, like, you're in a relationship?" She asked in disbelief, and I just nodded in response.
"Oh, my gosh! So, she finally told you about what she felt? Oh, that little girl." She exclaimed and couldn't believe what she's hearing.
"Well, I kinda made the first move," I mumbled and let out a nervous gay laugh. Damn, I earned a slap from her that night I kissed her.
"Aww, that's so cute. I wish I could see her again before we go back." She expressed dreamily, and I remembered that Sammy told me that they're not on good terms with her mother.
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I told her the rest of our situation right now, and she's mad at her dad. She said she'll talk to him and let Sammy be with me. And I gave her Sammy's address, and she'll surely visit her tomorrow.
We parted ways because she's going to the hotel she's staying in, and I will find some motel around. I don't feel like going home right now. I need to cool down, and I'll go to the restaurant for my job tomorrow.
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The sunlight shone on my face and made me open my eyes as I am awake now. I looked around, and this place is not familiar.
Yeah, right, I remember now, I am in a motel.
I squinted as I felt my head was aching. Sh*t! That's why I don't like drinking. Hungover feels like f*ck.
My hands searched for my phone, and thankfully, I have not lost it.
I opened it, and I got thirteen missed calls and twenty-seven messages from Mom, Shay, and the girls. And I frowned when I noticed that my girlfriend didn't check on me. Damn, I just missed her so much. I hope that she is doing fine right now.
It's already ten in the morning, and I still got a job to do by eleven.
I didn't bother to look at the messages; instead, I stood up and grabbed my leather jacket. And something fell from it as I put it on.
I picked it up and saw that it's Samara's calling card.
Oh, I met my girl's sister last night.
I put it back in my pocket and picked up my keys from the nightstand.
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As I was on the road, the traffic light turned red, and I stepped on the brakes. I'll just stop at my cousin's house, and I'll ask for some clothes, a helmet, and food. I am damn starving.
Then I heard some commotion behind me, and as I looked back, a car was running fast straight toward me.
And the last thing I saw was the asphalt road near my face, and it's so noisy.
"Somebody, call 911!! Quickly!!! Oh, my God!! What happened? Is she okay?" I heard some faint voices as my vision began to blur, and slowly, everything turned black.