After lying in bed for a few more hours my growling stomach was ready to leave Lukas's room and when I entered the livingroom, I found Mia on the couch reading one of her textbooks. She noticed me strolling out in my leggings and one of Lukas's hoodies I also stole from his closet and by the look on her face I was about to be bombarded with questions.

"So so look who decided to get out of bed... At noon..." She wiggled her eyebrows at me and as soon as I took a seat next to her on the couch, she shut her textbook with a thud.

"I was tired." I shrugged my shoulders at her.

"Yeah, that's what you get for hooking up my brother all night long." She looked at me with mischief, but I was shocked by her honesty.

"Mia!! You really say whatever you're thinking, don't you..." I laughed. "And how are you not grossed out by that? Most friends would decapitate each other for sleeping with their sibling." I shook my head and laughed at her for the fact she was so cool about it.

"If you had a brother just as hot as you I would do him too. Besides Lukas is in a way better mood when you are around and if you and my bother are together that makes you my sister. Add all of that up and it's a win win for me." She laughs as she wiggled her feet into her slippers and gets up from the couch. "Do you want some toast?"

"Sure, about the toast, I'm starving." I yell after her as she took some plates from the cabinet.

"My bother seriously needs to learn that he needs to feed you. You're not a cactus, you need more that some water every other day." I heard her giggle from the kitchen while I browsed through her book, the pages softly sliding across my fingers, I always loved that felt.

"Mia, I'm not a pet. I'm pretty sure I can feed myself." I answered as I heard the toast pop out of the toaster.

"Doesn't mean because you can, that you should. I can cut my own hair if I want, but I'd rather have someone else do it for me. By the way, you're as cute as a kitten so you should take advantage of it." She giggled as I saw her spreading peanut butter over the roasted toast and my mind immediately imagined it melting.

"It's fine, he really doesn't need to." I said as she walked over and handed me the toast.

"So are you... Are you guys like... together now?" She said, smiling ear to ear as she took her toast in her hand, looking at it like it was the most delicious thing on the planet. It was!

"We haven't really put a label on it. Yet. I don't want to push him... you know as he's not used to something serious." I said before taking a bite from my toast, my brains melting the moment my tongue tasted the goodness of peanut butter and jam.

"Bella, you should push... He's such a goner for you... I have never seen him like this with anyone." Mia shook her head at me.

"Exactly why I don't want to push him. I'll see what happens and when it happens." I took another bite until I realized I was talking with a full mouth, not my most ladylike moment. Damn Mia's unmannered eating is contagious...

"But you like him?" She asked, her eyes glistening with curiousness.

"Would I be here if I didn't?" I giggled, stating the obvious while finishing the rest of my lunch.

"I'm not sure what it is you like about his moody ass... But if you like him, I completely stan the two of you!" She giggled, taking her textbook onto her lap after she put her plate on the small table in front of us.

"He's so much more than just moody when he's with me." While talking about him I felt my entire face light up, a sign that I really do must like him. Maybe I like him even more than I thought or dare to admit to myself but it scares me at the same time because the more you love someone the more they can hurt you and that's exactly what I'm afraid of, to open myself up and get hit in the face while doing so.

"Earth to Bella." Mia said, poking my arm with one of her fingers which pulled my out of my thoughts. "Seemed like your brain left the room for a second." She frowned her brows as if she asked me to tell her what I was thinking but if I did that, I knew she was going to ask questions about my past and I wasn't ready to tell her yet.

"Nothing, I'm still a bit tired, I guess. I have class so I better get going." I remined myself I still had school to worry about and with that my favorite foreign politics class. I almost rolled my eyes at the thought of it.

"I'm coming with you; I have to run some errands and the store is on the way to campus. Should I buy you a spare toothbrush?" She giggled suggesting this wasn't going to be my last sleepover at her place.

"Why not." I laughed as I threw on my shoes and shamelessly went out to class in my legging and Lukas's hoodie. Hope he doesn't mind I'm wearing his clothes but there's no way I'm taking it off... It's like having his arms wrapped around me all day long and no, I'm not being silly.

I entered the auditorium with just one of Lukas's notebooks and a pen I always kept in my bag. I would pass this class, without a doubt, but taking notes was too much to ask of myself. As soon as the room was filled, the number of students decreasing with each class, Professor Nikolaev, don't ask me to pronounce his name, started to talk and the words coming out of his mouth whiffled through my brain.

"Students, an important part in this foreign politics class is the profound history of foreign continents. The way countries in these continents do politics is based on a rich history which often a very religious one. Today I have asked a history major to give you a crash course of the important historical events relevant for its current politics per continent. Mister Foster this class is all yours." The professor said and when I saw a familiar tall, dark haired, guy stand up from one of the seats at the front row my face became as pale as my notebook. You have got to be kidding me?

I didn't hear a thing Drew said as soon as he opened his mouth. I could see his lips move but my ears were ringing so loud I couldn't understand a single word. I still couldn't believe I fell for him and what I got myself into in his car... I Lukas hadn't shown up I would have been broken to the point of no repair...

He was wearing a black button up shirt his sleeves rolled up, showing the tattoos on his arm I noticed as he was pointing out something on the projection screen. His eyes looked around as he was speaking and when they met mine his stopped in the middle of his sentence like he was taken aback. He should! My breathing started to quicken, and I felt like the world was falling apart around me, piece by piece, and I couldn't go anywhere.

After two excruciating hours Drew was done talking and the only thing I had eyes for was the nearest and only exit, which was of course exactly where Drew was standing. I hurried down the stairs, trying not to trip and trying not to draw any attention while most of the students were drumming through door. Why did I have to sit at the back! This is not the day I want to be the last one to go through that door.

I tried to slip next to Drew but my mission failed as soon as I heard him call out my name. How dare he address me after what he did.

"Isabella, wait up!" He raised his voice, not in a threatening manner though but still I felt like I was driven in a corner, unable to escape this nightmare. I tried to ignore him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking me from walking out of the auditorium.

"Get out of my way Drew." I said, trying to keep it together. I thought about how pissed Lukas would have been if he were here and it helped to channel my anger, fighting back the fear.

"I really want to talk to you. Please." He almost begged, his dark brown eyes asking me to be forgiving but I wasn't sure if I could be what they wanted.

"About what?! How you almost raped me?" I raised my voice, startling the last group students to leave the room and they immediately turned their head.

"Ssht please, don't, not here." He said while his hand reached out to grab my elbow in an attempt to hush me.

"What are you ashamed? It's true Drew!" I shook my elbow to freedom, and I spoke my mind with bitterness and loath coating my voice. I wasn't sad or afraid anymore, I was angry and furious holding back from punishing him in the face.

"Yes! Yes, I'm ashamed and yes it's true and I'm also really really sorry! Please, I'm trying to apologize." He shook his head, begging me to give him a chance. He wanted to put his hands on my shoulder but stopped just before he was about to touch me, balling his fists and letting them fall to his side.

"I don't want to hear it Drew! I don't know why you did it and honestly, I don't want to know. Now if you can move out of my way, I'd like to leave now..." I said, forcefully looking him in the eye, slaying my taunting memories while the look in his eyes became more desperate. He opened his mouth, but I looked the other may, trying to ignore whatever he was going to say.

"I really liked you Isabella... I still do... I can't get you out of my head and I need someone like you, someone to keep me centered and sane. I know I messed things up, badly. Something I can't take back but-" He paused taking a deep breath and my eyes wandered to his face, studying the look on it. He really was sorry, he meant it, but would it make me a bad person if I didn't accept his apology or would it be a mistake to do the opposite? "Please give me another chance, I'll make things right, I promise." He begged as he took my hand rubbing his thumb against my skin and for some reason, I let him.