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With the stream of light flooding into the room, the blonde has started to stir into consciousness as she shifted on the bed. Unaware of the current state she was in as her eyes fluttered open, taking in the familiar surrounding of her bedroom, she rubbed her eyes in a daze. As she laid her hand back on her side, the realization that she wasn't alone suddenly dawned in on her. Ever so carefully, Clementine rolled around to take a look at her company and the girl was quite surprised to see him peacefully sleeping. Surprise would be quite an understatement though since she was definitely shocked, trying to remember what the heck happened last night. For someone who wasn't even drunk, she has some trouble recalling the events that transpired the night before but as soon as they started rushing back, a horrified expression formed on her face. Shaking his shoulder lightly in an attempt to wake him up, Cleo was starting to panic. "Hey-- Will, wake up."How could she has done something so utterly stupid? If her best friend found out, their friendship is doomed. And moreover, she should have learned her lesson by now. There was no other guy who made her as happy just as much as they caused her pain just like he did. Just looking at him laying asleep in her bed, the same bed they have slept so many times together in, she could feel her heart breaking all over again.

Two years. Had it truly, really been two years since he last saw Ophelia? Two years since they broke each other’s hearts by breaking up? It was hard to believe it but, it was true. Two years and not once had Aiden moved on from her. He tried. His siblings tried to help him out but it was all in vain. His heart was very much still captured by the beautiful strawberry blonde and he had given up trying to move on from her when it seemed impossible to do so. Instead, he threw himself into his studies and his work. Now, he was a second year surgical resident at a hospital and his work was doing a damn good job at distracting him from the redhead beauty. Right after a sixteen hour long shift, Aiden was more than happy to head home. Putting on his coat and grabbing his bag, he headed outside of the hospital and walked down the streets to his apartment. On his way there, he accidentally bumped into someone and the polite gentleman that he was, an apology was there on the tip of his tongue. That was, until he saw who it was. Hazel eyes widened in shock and he blinked several times and even pinched himself to assure that this wasn’t a dream. “O-Ophelia? Is that you?” he asked in disbelief.

Daniel is what one would call a straight up fuckboy, by his first month of college Daniel easily made a reputation for himself. He didn’t treat his girlfriends properly, mostly because he was constantly hooking up with other chicks behind their back and he spent most of his time not caring what impact his actions had, as this was his time to be reckless. Living on campus, Daniel knew that the three years he’d spend in his dorm would be the only time allocated to him for freedom. Daniel’s father was a forceful man, who wouldn’t tolerate Daniel’s behaviour if he were to ever find out about his sons indecencies Daniel... Well, Daniel didn’t even want to think about it. But, what his dad didn’t know, didn’t hurt him. ‘Hey, Daniel, check out the rack on that one?’ Daniel was pulled from his thought as on of his friends nodded towards a woman walking past the basketballs courts they were playing on. His friend -- lacking the charm Daniel believed he had -- began to catcall the woman, eventually gaging her attention, to which Daniel responded by punching his mate in the shoulder before seizing his friends inappropriate comments as a reason to approach the woman. Grabbing his shirt from the side of the court, Daniel twisted it in his hands and he yelled out. “Hey,” he began, jogging up to the small hip high fence between the female and the court. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t get much female attention,” Daniel paused. “Tends to struggle with whats appropriate to say to a woman like you,” he smirked.

Her hand bleeding and her ego bruised a little, Sabrina crossed one leg over the other as she absentmindedly picked glass from the sides of her digits -- perhaps smashing a window in a hurry to escape hadn’t been the best plan. Rolling her eyes as she got lectured by the owner of the semi-average home, Sabrina wasn’t really listening -- until they mentioned the cops. “I broke a window, stole a bottle of tequila and a hundred dollars I found on the dresser in the bedroom, I hardly think you need to bring the police into this”, Sabrina responded, no sorrow or guilt present in her tone. “Maybe you should invest in some better quality alarm systems”, the blonde paused. “A guard dog”, she raised her brows in a sarcastic manner. “Or perhaps of moat with alligators”, Sabrina knew if she got busted she’d be in more trouble than her parents would be willing to deal with. Military school would be the only option, as therapy had never quite worked out and the only person Sabrina listened too, was herself. “This is a dodgy neighbourhood, buying a house here is just asking to be robbed -- if you’re so sensitive maybe you should think about picking up shop, get a pad in Beverly Hills”, she had no right to be angry, yet she was. Rage was really the only emotion majorly tied to Sabrina’s nervous system, so as she sat on the strangers couch, the bitter expression never left her face.