Chapter Fifty Three- Square One

I was right the next time I woke up he was gone. Just like a dream.

Three months had passed since the accident. Clay had stayed with me at my apartment for the first month, when I was totally immobile. Dad made him go back home and back to chores eventually though, leaving me to fend for myself.

Emma regularly checked in with me now. Obviously the guys thought I had tried to commit suicide or some rubbish like that. Only Tom was smart enough to believe that I wouldn't do that.

I got two months leave off my job. So I was back to square one. Alone, except now I was alone and helpless, literally.

Those two months were torture. I was constantly left with my thoughts which, as always, drifted to Tom.

Seeing him again affected me in a weird way. First of all the whole plan to 'forget him' completely back fired. Though seeing him again made me curious. We didn't talk...at all. I hadn't said one word to him. This left a lot of questions up in the air. The main, and most obvious, one being why had he come? I got why Dan, Rupert, and Emma came, they were worried. Was he worried? Those three words had driven me mad lately. Was Tom worried? Did he really care that much to fly millions of miles just to see if I was okay? Or was he forced? I had no doubt that that he could have been forced by the trio. I figured that he had already moved on. He was Tom Felton. He should have moved on. So why did he come? Was he worried because we used to be friends?...But if he was forced the why would he give me his-my ring back? The ring that was inscribed 'I'll love you forever'. That had to mean something right?

I never took the ring off again. It somehow gave me some hope that my heart wouldn't let go of.

The second way seeing him again affected me was that he looked...horrible...like he hadn't slept in months. I had no doubt that if he hadn't been filming that he would be in desperate need of a shave. And then there are his eyes.

In a way his eyes said everything. They gave him away. They spoke words he couldn't say. There was hurt, from what I didn't know. It's not like I hurt him that bad. Then there was loss. Did he miss me like I missed him? Then there was anger which I expected. It's my fault remember -cue the scoffing-. Then there was worry, which obviously brings me back to reason one. The one that captured me the most was love. His eyes glowed with love. Did he still love me? But like I said before he should already be over me...I only hope that my eyes didn't give me away like his did.

The month I went back to the clinic was the best though. I was able to move anywhere with my walking cast now, so no worries, but that's not the reason this month was the best. It was because I got to see a very old friend that I had been dying to see. And that friend was Timber.

Apparently someone, aka Tom, dropped Timber off at the clinic when I was basically on 'house arrest'. This also confused me, but I didn't dwell on the reason why, just that I got to see Timber again.

It was plane and obvious that he remembered me. On my first day back, as I walked through the doors Timber broke free of Tyler, one of the employees, grip and came barreling up to me. He kissed me all over with his sweet slobbery tongue. I had cried a few happy tears seeing him again. I didn't know why Tom had dropped him off here, but I sure as hell was going to take care of him. In fact I wanted to take him home with me, but first the clinic wouldn't allow it, and second I am almost positive Tom wouldn't like it. But why did he bring him here?

Timber didn't leave my side when I was at the clinic. The manager wasn't happy about it, but if Timber knew I was in the building he would bark and cry until he was by my side. So Craig, the manager, finally gave up and let Timber stay by me, because otherwise Timber was considered a disturbance. Hahaha.

April fourth I got my cast off and was one hundred percent not crippled anymore. Two days later I had another surprise visit, from another person I wasn't expecting to see. Taylor.

She knocked on my door late that night, looking frantic. I obviously above my better judgment let her come in. She was gushing on how her and Josh broke up. Apparently Danny wasn't being sympathetic at all. No surprise there.

She reminded me of me when I fled to Emma's apartment; a complete and utter mess.

She continuously cried and made no sense talking. I pretended to listen, letting her vent, until she passed out on my couch.

This morning she woke up and gulped down all of the coffee I had made for me, but that is when she started making sense. Her and Josh broke up because he cheated on her and well let's just say she caught him in the act. Ouch. But she was off that topic and soon started apologizing to me. Whether she really was over him that fast or wanted to change the subject I don't know. I forgave her; it was clear on her face that she needed a friend...

She sighed "Wait, why are you here? Your suppose to be with Tom"

I frowned "We broke up in November"

"What?" She asked shocked, her eyes widening "You have got to be joking...why?"

"Well I decided that you were right, I didn't have a life away from him, so I tried to talk to him about it, but he got all pissed and said some things that he shouldn't have...so I left."

Her face crinkled with sadness "So it's our fault?"

I shook my head slowly "No...not really"

She sighed "Well I'm sorry about that...I know you loved him"

"I still do" I said my voice breaking.

"Oh Cas" She hugged me. I had been waiting for this hug for I don't know how long.

"It's okay. I'll be okay. I'll get over him eventually" I said smiling a little trying to convince her.

She perked up "You know what we should do?"

"What?" I asked indifferently.

"We need to go out, we need to party and let loose" She said gleaming.

"Tay you just broke up with Josh, I don't think that's a good idea."

"He was trash. And I- I don't care about it anymore, I just want to forget about him" She said convincingly.

Forgetting him...sounds nice.

"Fine"

So later that night, she dragged me to a club.

I felt awkward being there. With the darkness, and neon lights shining through the room. To the drunken bodies grinding each other. To the low lives trying to get into my pants.

With every guy that talked to me, or rather slurred to me. I thought of how wrong this was. How I shouldn't be here. How I shouldn't be in a club with guys hitting on me. It was wrong. No it was beyond wrong.

Taylor wouldn't leave with me. She had already found a new guy, who obviously she was just a one night stand to him. She wouldn't budge though and I was tired of trying to make her. So I just left her there. If she wants to fuck up her night, go right ahead, but I'm leaving.

Once I could hear the busyness of the street again I sighed. I. Hate. My. Life.

My phone rang though. I knew it was Emma, I just knew it.

I walked down the street towards my car, and answered the phone.

"Hey Em" I said. I was walking in zig zags fiddling with my keys.

"Hey Cas, what days do you work this week?" She asked. Well that's a new question for her.

"What's with the sudden curiosity Em?" I asked suspiciously.

"I-I just want to know" She stuttered.

"Well I work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday" I told her hesitantly.

"Okay thanks-Ow!" She exclaimed to someone, who was whispering in the back. "I have to go Cas, talk to you later"

I stopped in front of Bluebell. "Okay Em...bye" and she hung up.

I didn't think much of it then. She was just curious right? What was she going to do? She was thousands of miles away, what could she do.

"So what are your plans for the weekend?" Sarah asked me, fixing some papers.

I was twirling around bored in my rollie chair, with Timber lying down next to my foot. "Nothing much, I'll probably just watch movies"

She laughed at me. "You sound so pathetic"

I shrugged "Yeah I kind of am"

Then all of a sudden Timber's head popped up out of nowhere, and he ran around the counter to the window and barked happily wagging his tail. This could not be good.

I looked out of the glass doors and saw a blonde head walking this way. "Oh shit." I said.

"What?" Sarah asked, and then she looked out the window. "Oh"

"I wasn't here" I said rounding the corner.

"What am I suppose to tell him?!" Sarah hissed to me.

"Don't tell him anything" I hissed back peeking over the corner.

"Oh yeah we just let dogs roam around wherever they please I forgot" she glared at me.

"I don't know I-" I started but the door opened and the bell dinged signaling that someone was there.

He chuckled "Hey boy"

I started breathing heavily. His voice...his musical voice.

"Hello" Sarah said "Are you here to pick him up?"

"Uh...yeah I am for the time being...Where- where is Cassie?" He asked. God damn Emma. That's why she asked what days I was working.

"Oh um she isn't wo-"

"I know she is" he cut her off.

Sarah sighed "She is in the back...I'll go get her" I heard her heals click on the floor and start to get closer to me.

"He wants to talk to you" she sighed.

"I don't want to" I whisper whined.

"I have a feeling he won't leave until you talk to him" she glared.

I sighed. She nodded encouragingly and pushed me forward. I walked around the corner and saw him staring out the window, leaning his elbow on the marble counter. He was wearing his black leather coat, that drove me insane, and of course sun glasses where propped on top of his head.

I coughed, a little when I was where I wanted to be. He straightened up and looked at me, not smiling, not glaring, just normal...neutral.

"Hey" He said

"Hi" I replied

"What time do you get off?" He asked automatically.

"Um...I..." I started trying to figure out why he would want to know.

"Five" Sarah shouted. Of course she was eves dropping.

I rolled my eyes and looked at him, he smirked a little. "Yeah Five" I repeated

"Well could you meet me at the coffee shop?" He asked a pleading look in his eyes.

Why would I? Why would I want to be alone with him? Though I couldn't deny him. And I was curious. Why was he even here? "Sure" I said.

He smiled, just a little bit "See you then"

He took Timber and walked out the door.

What had I gotten myself into?