Lisa could breathe out in relief now that Jane was gone. And if she read the look on her face correctly, Jane wouldn’t be coming back at all. It was annoying that Nathan kept staring even as she disappeared down the hallway way, still rooted to the very spot she had left him in. “Why do I feel like I lost the game even before it began?” Nathan muttered to himself. But that wasn’t what concerned Lisa, if her assumption was right then she had already warn this game between her and Jenny.The girl was heartbroken, Lisa saw that much. She could only hope that it was deep enough for her not to come around anymore.Mine. She put an arm on his chest but Nathan was too worried about Jane to think anything of it. He stared in the space she once stood.“Do you think I should go after her? She must have wanted to talk about us.” Nathan turned slightly to Lisa, who to him seemed like she was some sort of relationship expert.Nathan has never dated, his only relationship if he could call it that

The pasta was perfect. It wasn’t too soft in the mouth and it wasn’t hard either. It was the perfect texture, melting in her mouth like cheese under the hot sun. Perfectly.Lucas had taken her on many dates but he never paid attention to her like Nathan was doing at the moment.It was like being with an upgraded version of him. A more caring, more loving, version of Lucas. It was a dream come true for Lisa. “Are you enjoying your meal?” She asked him despite her attempt to hold herself back. The need to hear him talk even if it was over something so vain as their meal overrode her senses.Nathan considered the pasta he was chewing momentarily before answering. “It’s actually not bad. I’ll have to admit that you made a good choice, I can guarantee you I would have chosen something so vile you would have thrown up at first bite if you had left the choice up to me.”“I guess it’s a good thing you have me then. I’ll take it upon myself to make you have a favorite food before we have to le

The night had gone in a blur with Lisa taking care of Nathan’s wounds and them sleeping off on that same couch. Nathan was the first to wake up. He tried not to grit his teeth in pain when he tried to move, his entire body hurt so bad. Jonas had a mean punch, he would give him that much.What stole his attention wasn’t the sunlight flooding into the room. It was the woman lying beside him that the light rays had rested on.The made her pale skin glitter like it was something out of this world. Which she entirely was. Nathan was slowly becoming aware of this feeling that was creeping slowly into his heart and he didn’t have the courage to stop it. He traced the little space between her eyebrows, watching how it slopes slightly giving her face a heart shape. His mind went back to the number that had called him. If his suspicions were right then it meant his clone could possible be out of jail which would be terrible news. What if the person watching Lisa was him?No, it couldn’t be.

Annoyed that someone else was in my sacred space, I match to the back of the tree ready to unleash my anger on the intruder. It’s not until I see a mop of black hair that I halt in my steps. A girl not much younger than myself is hugging a headstone and crying into it. Unsure of what to do I just stand and stare, until it occurs to me that I’ll never be able to nap in peace if I don’t deal with her.I exhale slowly before tapping her shoulder gently. “Are you alright?” Large blue eyes stare at me, the tears streaming down her cheeks make them look like two beautiful pools. “What do you think?” She asks in a sarcastic tone that immediately pricks my skin.“We’ll, I’d appreciate it if you keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep.” My voice is clipped in anger. I don’t even wait for a response as I climb the tree, resting on the lowest branch like I always do.With a deep sigh I close my eyes and will myself to sleep. This is the only place that the voices in my head do not follo

I looked at my dull brown eyes which was a result of the uncomfortable contact lens that I knew was a bad idea but wore them anyway. I was a person now and was going to look every bit of it. My now short hair hung down the side of my head in uneven waves just barely reaching my ears. I tucked in my crisp white shirt which was no doubt the cheapest in the building into my pants that must’ve seen better days. My phone kept ringing disrupting what was supposed to be a badass imagination of myself busting into the office that was on the floor above me and shooting my boss in the head. It would have been game over for everyone. Finally picking up the phone and connecting the call, I spoke “What is it Charles?”, Unable to conceal the irritation in my voice. I rummaged through my suitcase that was on the floor leaning into the side of my leg. I needed to make sure the files and fake documents I had in them were not abandoned in the drawer at home. “What are you still doing