• chapter 1 •
I walked in the chilly London air, my wet dress was the only piece of clothing on my body, not that it covered much anyways. My heels clacked against the concrete of the sidewalk, a blister rising on the back of my ankles from these cheap shoes Jack had put on me.
' Fuck it ', I thought, and took them off. My feet felt much more comfortable. I sighed, and continued the 2 hour walk back to my flat. My bared back was open to the wind, and it felt like a thousand knives were thrown into my flesh.
My boyfriend of 2 months, Jack, had shown up at my house, thrown me in the most scratchy, cheap, slutty dress ever, and put cheap, sky high pumps on my feet. Basically, he made me look cheap. And after getting drunk and pouring half of his drink onto me while making out with me in front everybody, he made me feel cheap, too. It wasn't the first time he's done something like this, but this time, I promised myself, I swore to myself, I convinced myself I would break up with him tomorrow.
Trudging along, head down facing my phone, I didn't notice the shadow looming ahead. Apparently he didn't see me either, and we bumped right into each other. Running my head, I stood up, ready to glare and yell at them, when I came face to face with a gorgeous boy, green eyes, curly hair. Wow.
Heyyy I know this is really short, the chapter after this will be much much much longer. I promise! This was kind of an intro.
