Chapter 2

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Tall, dark and handsome. He was perfect... His walk was so confident but not cocky. His hair blew in the wind, on anyone else  it'd look messy and wrong but on him it looked perfect. His lips were a rosy pink colour, waiting to be kissed... So soft. I didn't think it was possible to actually drool over someone but I was. And it looked like I was the only person who even noticed him walk in. But what was his name? I longed to find out.
It was then when I noticed that Ambrose was still standing there. He followed my eyes and turned around.
"Ohh..." He said.
"What? " I replied, trying to sound confused.
"Connor Hadley."
The name resonated in my head. Connor. Connor. Connor.
"Who's that?" I replied even though I knew exactly what Ambrose was talking about. I guess that was my downfall, playing dumb. It always was.

Ambrose grabbed my wrist-tight.
"Stop acting you slut." Although he was whispering, it felt as if he was yelling.
"Ow, Ambrose you're hurting me." Finally he let go. My skin had turned red from where he had been holding me.
"If you even think for one second your leaving me for that scum, you got another thing coming." He said.
My whole body froze. What the hell had just happened? Funny thing was, like Connor coming in, no-one seemed to notice what just happened. Everyone just continued about with their daily business.

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