Chapter 3: Tony

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Taking the last sip of my coffee, I remind myself to be calm.

Remembering the scenarios of Clarissa'a leaving, Lea's goodbye, getting kicked out, and a little bit of overthinking thoughts has made me want to cry all over again. But I have never cried in public around strangers, so I won't start now.

Leaving a 5 dollar bill on the table, I make my way towards the door, but just as I was about to leave, someone grabs my wrist, pulling me out of the way.

"What the hell?" I complain, turning around and looking up.

His eyes are green, and his hair is bleach blonde. He's at least 4 inches taller than me, and looks around my age, but I'm not so sure.

"Sorry," he smiles, "Can I know your name? You look familiar."

"Bella," I stutter, "Isabella."

"Woah! I can't believe I found you!" He screams joyfully, pulling me into his arms.

Found me? He probably knows me, but I'm positive I don't know who he is.

I clear my throat, letting go of his embrace, "Sorry to kill the mood, but I have no idea who you are."

"It's Tony," He smiles, "Tony Hart. We went to the same elementary school."

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