The next day, I was so hungover every movement no matter how litte made me feel like my brain's going to explode. And if that isn't enough, my cellphone rang and it was so loud I thought I'd actually die because my brain was getting torn apart.

I slowly got the phone on the desk and answered it, looking at my alarm which states it's six thirty in the morning. Who the hell calls that early on a Sunday? I just got back at three, let me sleep!

"Hello?" I whispered through the phone, hoping the person on the other line would be kind enough to return the favor.

"Hannah, what did I hear -" The voice blared through the phone, making my head feel worse than it already is.

"Shhhhh." I begged. "Please, no noise."

It was Mitch, the voice hadn't registered yet but she's the only one who would think it's sane to call anyone at 6:30 in the morning.

"So you really did go to a bar?!?!?!" She said, screaming into the phone.

"Michelle, quiet down. You're making my head hurt, I'm gonna hang up on you."

"No, no, no.." She whispered. "You got some explaining to do. Really Hannah, the first time you go into a bar and it's not with your friends?"

Oh, so she was gonna turn this into a fight. I was so not in the mood.

"Oh, come on, the bar was called the gallery, how was I supposed to know that it wasn't actually a gallery?" I reasoned in a hush tone which still made my head hurt.

"Oh, I forgot, you live in a cave." She sighed. "Still, the first time should've been with us, your friends."

"I know. Look, I'm sorry but it already happened. I couldn't really say no when we're already there so I had to suck it up and just go with it." I explained as much as I could but even then, the effort made my head rattle. "Now will you let me go back to sleep?"

She sighed.

"Fine. I'm coming over later." She said, before hanging up.

The day went by as fast as it could, in short, not fast enough. I love hanging out with Mitch but she's just always talking about Matt. And don't get me wrong, I get it, she's in love but it kinda seems like she's rubbing it in my face that I'm a loner. I know she doesn't plan on doing it but her rambles about how Matt loves this and how other night Matt did that, It kinda makes me wonder why the hell I'm single.

And it makes me feel more alone than I actually am because they all have somebody else and all I have is them.

"Earth to Hannah, do you copy?" Mitch said, snapping at me.

"Um, sorry, what?" I asked, dumbly. I received an eye roll from Mitch.

"I asked what's keeping that mind of yours busy..."

"Oh, um, nothing, just - nothing..." What can I honestly say, even I don't know.

"Hannah." She said worriedly.

"Mitch." I said. "I'm perfectly fine, I know you're my best friend and you think this is part of a best friend's duty to worry about me every second of every day but you can hang out with your boyfriend if you'd like. I'm not some broken chick getting eaten by the pain of my parent's death and thinks of deadly things to do to myself.."

She opened her mouth to say something and closed it again. "You saying that makes you a candidate of a broken chick getting eaten by pain." She joked. She studied me for a moment before asking: "Does it bother you? Matt and I together? Does it?" Her voice was filled with curiousity.

I sighed.

"Somehow, I guess." I rolled my eyes. "It's just, I miss the innocent years when boyfriends was just imaginary. Because now it's just, I'm hanging out with you but all we talk about is your boyfriend who you spend almost all your time with. I mean, it's supposed to be our time... And you being with Matt just makes me feel so alone, for some reason."

"Alone? That's what suicidal people say." I groaned as she said it. "Hannah, I'm sorry.. I didn't think you minded it.. I mean... don't think that, I may have a boyfriend but I'll always - "

"I know, Mitch." I said, cutting her off. "I was just stating the truth, which is what you asked. and I'm not suicidal. Jeez." Wow. This is depressing. It feels as if I'm begging my best friend for attention. I seriously need to find a guy, as if I'd really look.

She looked kinda taken aback. "Um.. okay." A miracle this was, for once she was at loss for words. "How about we go watch a movie at the mall? I can call the girls and it'd be a girl's night out, what d'ya think?" She was trying to make up for what I just said because now she feels guilty that she didn't even think about that. I didn't want her to feel guilty but she asked and I answered, why does things always end up being worse after saying the truth? Besides, I actually just wanted to sleep some more since we got home pretty late - or too early - last night but since what I told Mitch about her and her boyfriend, I kinda felt guilty too and just decided to agree.

We were the first to get to the mall so we decided to hang around mcdonalds for a bit and the asshole Ashton had the guts to still be alive. He was sitting on the other end of the fast food restaurant hanging out with his fellow football player friends along with Jesse Watcherson, which sort of bothered me because Jesse was one of the few nice and smart guys in Paul Hall, I knew cause I had English with him last year and I was sort of his leading lady at the school play, and he shouldn't be hagig out with the asshole crowd.

"Why is Jesse even hanging out with those assholes?" I asked Mitch as she took a sip on her coke.

"Well, they're not all bad, really.. I mean, if he's friends with them then they might be at least a little decent."

"Yeah but he shouldn't. He's gonna make a bad reputation for hanging around them."

"And we care about reputation, right?" Mitch asked sarcastically.

I guess we really don't so why should he. "It sucks that a decent guy has assholes for friends, that's just what I'm saying."

That pretty much ended the conversation about them.

Our friends got there one by one and when we were complete, I realized that they were acting strange.. as if my blabbermouth of a best friend told them something she isn't supposed to.

I'm going to kill her if she told them I was suicidal.

"So you're drinking now, huh?" Amanda asked, skeptically.

"No. I just - I was just drinking pepsi." I lied.

"Which explains why you were hungover this morning." Mitch retorted.

"Well -" I tried to argue but came up with nothing. "I started out with pepsi but then I kinda wanted to try a cocktail and one thing led to another and voila, I was drunk. Guys, let's just not talk about that.."

"Alright, what are we gonna watch?" Mitch inquired, getting all our attention.

We headed to the cinema and looked at the LED tv which showed the time slot of the movies. When we saw all of it, we started debating on which movie was best to watch for the night - or they debated, I could watch any of it and not complain, really. but -  two chick flicks were still showing so it's a tough fight fo them. We don't really get along when it comes to what we want to watch.

"How about we let Hannah choose, she's the one who needs cheering up." Amanda joked, she's probably getting tired of the argument of what to watch.  I laughed and told them if I picked I'd choose the other film about robots so they should just deal with what to watch.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder making me turn away from the debate my friends were having.

"Is it destiny or are you just following me?" He asked, promoting a god damn heart-stopping smile.

I snickered, about to spit out a snappy comeback but my friends outspoke me.

"Whoa, who's this hottie?" Amanda asked, putting a hand on my shoulder, leaving our other friends alone, she really isn't one to keep herself from blurting out awkward stuff.

"Hottie's name is Will." He said, offering his hand to Amanda. I rolled my eyes, of course he's going to pretend he's all gentlemanly. Actually, he's probably gonna go after Amanda now that he's seen her because like I've said, she's the hottest out of all of us.

The rest of my friends started to notice so they stopped bickering and joined the little party, Will introduced himself to them and he was polite - no slutty comments now, huh?

"What are you ladies watching?" He asked, looking at the tv, pretending to be having a hard time picking a good movie to watch.

"Haven, nothing beats a Jack Duffel movie." Riley said, looking at the others as if challenging them to disagree.

"You know, that's great, that's the movie I was gonna see and my friends stood me up." He lied, obviously. What guy would watch a chick flick alone after getting stood up? By some girl too, probably. "You ladies mind if I treat you? If that wouldn't be weird.." He frowned probably realizing that is weird. Wacko.

"It is weird but you're outnumbered and I've taken jujitsu so I can beat your ass up if you try anything so.. I don't see anything wrong with letting some guy pay for our movie that I don't even care about." Amanda said as if she's thought the whole thing through.

Will smiled at me then. Did he somehow connive with my friends? I don't get it, why is this player wasting his time on me again? Is it some sick obsession to get every girl he fancies?

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked him.

"I told you I'd leave it to fate." He said then shrugged. "And I'm not gonna pull anything, just trying to impress the lady that I somehow cannot impress. i.e., you."

"I'm still not impressed." I told him, I really wasn't. What was the point, was the girls in the bar not good enough for him anymore?

"No worries, I got 2 hours to change your mind and a dinner date with you and your friends, if I'm lucky."

"That's thinking way ahead, don't you think?" I asked.

"We'll see." He said and then turned to my friends. "Six tickets then?"

Amanda nodded and he left to buy the tickets.

"Hot damn." Riley said dreamily, her eyes following where the guy's going. "Are you dating and not telling? - Nice ass."

"No! I just met him last night and I didn't even expect to see him again. He's probably still just trying to get me in bed, maybe he's still a little drunk or something."

"At the bar?" Amanda asked, putting emphasis on the word bar as if it's something mystical.

"And that makes him a bad person?" Mitch asked rhetorically, looking weirdly at me. "Come on Hannah, we're you're friends and we go to bars, does that make us bad?"

"You guys are my friends, I've known you forever. I barely know him. Only god knows what he wants from me."

"Not all guys are like Clint, you know."

"Yeah, sometimes they're much, much worse." They keep on finding ways to bring that guy up in every conversation, trying to see if I really was over him or if it was just an act.

"Doesn't mean this guy is." Riley said, trying to stick up for the stranger.

Whose friends are they?

"Oh come on, the guy radiates badass and you're telling me this guy can't be worse than my coward of an ex?"

"Why are we having an argument anyway, we're here to watch a movie right?" Jamie said, finally speaking up, probably to make the fight-to-be evaporate.

When Will came back, I pulled him away so I could talk to him in private. "Are you trying to bribe my friends into liking you?" I asked.

He laughed. "No, I just want to watch a movie with you and I wanted to treat you but you wouldn't want that so I included your friends."

"Why would a guy like you even bother with me?" I blurted out the first thing in my mind. "You've probably got plenty of girls running after you in bars, why do you have to waste your time in me?"

He grinned. "Maybe it's the fact that you still look awfully adorable even though you look like you haven't brushed your hair since this morning - that's a compliment, believe me - or the fact that I find you beatiful even though you're obviously not trying - which is still a compliment." He smiled at me and sighed. "Maybe it's because you don't like me and because you're right not to like me. I'm an ass and I use girls for selfish reasons and somehow the fact that you hate me so much makes me want to prove to you wrong."

"Really? You thought all that right after we met last night?" I asked sarcastically. His easy-going nature made me doubt his words.

"Nah, I just wanted to get into your pants last night." He admitted. "But right after I left you alone and I went home, I didn't feel annoyed that I didn't get laid, I got annoyed cause that's probably the last I'll see you and I actually liked you, as in liked you even if I didn't have you in bed. I never believed in that fate crap but it's actually true because you're here and I knew that the chances of seeing you again was slim so now I get to watch a movie with you and I'm making the god awful two hour chickflick worth it."

Am I getting punk'd or is this guy nuts?

Though I didn't want to feel like it, I liked the fact that he's said all that, I've had boyfriends but he's the first to say that. I don't know if I want to believe it or not, I don't know him after all. But those words, they're just so nice to hear. Maybe that's how he gets girls in bed.

"Are you nuts?" I asked instead. Because seriously, who'd believe a guy saying all that a day after he just met you?

"Sooner or later you're really gonna say something offending you know." He told me, faking hurt. "Just give me a chance, I have two hours to change what you think about me. That's all I ask."

Just like all friends, mine teased the life out of me. First they took pictures then they made us sit together. seriously they were the worst at these things because they would do absolutely anything to make themselves laugh.

As the movie progressed, I found myself unable to concentrate. The guy next to me made me so self-conscious though he was doing nothing to make me feel so.

"I think this movie's going way too fast." He whispered, his mouth closer to my ear than I'd like.

"What makes you say so?" I whispered back, I didn't mind the phase.. that's how people merge years of relationship into a two hour film.

"Because they're making the girl seem trusting even after what happened. In the book, it took a lot of time before she actually had a real conversation with him. Maybe it should be understandable that it's a movie and no one would pay to watch a five-hour version of this but a good film could fit the whole book into a god damn awesome movie."

I turned to him, leaning back as soon as I realized that our faces was just inches away.

"Um, uhhh, you've read the book?" I asked awkwardly.

"Yeah, my sister loved Joseph Glitter novels, she made me read this one."

"I never pegged you as a-"

"Person who knows how to read?" He asked with a smirk. "You don't really peg me as anything, you just don't like me because of first impression. Honestly though, if I could do it again, I'd try to make a damn good first impression for you."

"I did not -" I was gonna say I didn't assume he can't read or anything along the sorts but he cut me off.

"You don't need to explain, everybody else thinks so too." He said non-chalantly, as if that fact didn't bother him at all. But it bothered me because I've judged him before even getting to know him. And apparently a lot of other people have too.