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that you've never had a boyfriend?” I won't drop the subject.
    “Guys don't really look at me like that. Finn is pretty much the only one who has looked at me like that.” She shrugs. What?
    “Trust me when I say, we look at you like that.” If she wasn't red before, she definitely is now. Can she not see what she has to offer? “The only reason you may think that is because Finn likes to scare them away.”
    “Okay I'm done talking about my nonexistent love life.” She says, marking her boundary. She looks up at the clock and then back at me.
    “The surgeon said it would be about two hours. One more to go.” I could see that she was worried.
    “Did you eat?” I ask her, I was going to try to take her mind off her brother, for the next hour. She didn't have to worry. James would be fine.
    “No. I'm fine though.” I've noticed that she says that a lot.
    “Come on.” I encourage her. “What can I get you?”
    “A Mountain Dew would be great.” I give her a look.
    “That's not food.”
    “I'm honestly not hungry.” I get up and go inside the little shop in the cafeteria. I get a bunch of stuff, nutrition bars, cookies, two sandwiches, and two Mountain Dews. I would eat whatever she didn't, I was hungry.
    I place the tray of food between us and she goes for the Mountain Dew and a sandwich. I knew she would be a little hungry.
    “Do you have any other siblings other than Ashton?” She asks after she's eaten about half of her food. Presley doesn't look at me, and I hope that she will because I want to look into her clear water blue eyes.
    “I do. I have one more older sister.” One which doesn't talk to us anymore, she ceased all contact with us years ago. The other one, Ashton, is a year apart from me and she just graduated from NYU, and she is recently engaged to her British boyfriend, Braxton.
    “Are you guys close?” I nod. I don't feel like going into detail about my other sister Megan because it was a long story.
    “Which countries did you visit?” I ask her. She looks surprised that I remember the comment about her traveling.
    “I was in England for a few months, I worked while I was there as a free lance photographer. I made enough to go to Ireland then I went to France then Spain and then finally Italy before I went back to London for some more work.” Her eyes lit up even more as she talked about her travels. I could see that she was proud of herself.
    “You're a photographer?” She nods. “What do you like to take photographs of?”
    “I love catching people off guard, when they don't even know I have the camera pointed at them. There's something genuine that I capture, they're not trying to put on a face that's not them. I capture the realness.” I nod. “Sorry, I don't know if I'm making sense. Sometimes I just ramble and my mind works faster than my mouth.”
    “You're making sense, don't worry. I completely understand.” I was being honest. I understood her. I have just gotten a snippet of her genuine self as she talked about photography. I wanted to know more about her, understand more. Find out why she harmed herself behind closed doors, find out if she was in more pain than one could understand.
    “What about you? Do you have any hobbies or loves?”
    “Soccer and my families business.” My family owned the biggest bakery and catering business in the world. We sponsored celebrities, we hosted many of their parties, which in turn got us invited to many of them as guests. I've met more A-list celebrities than I can count on two hands.
    I wasn't going to tell Presley that because something told me that it didn't interest her how many famous people I've met. She's different, and I don't believe all my tricks would even work on her. I would have to try something new.
    Chapter Five
    Presley Masters
    My parents let Mathew and I stay in the recovery room with James as they went to go fill out paperwork, and get some dinner. James was still asleep, Mathew was asleep on the