"-No offence. But I thought with a last name of Goodwin? You'd have nothing but good luck."
He scoffed and looked down at his phone. "You have no idea.."
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Aspiring photographer, Luna Kasper Clarke moved to America to follow her...
A/n: So I liked how the chapter looked with a gif in. After having a look around google (when in doubt, always google.) I've settled on a casting for Luna for those who want a visual of her. Very rarely do the castings but this one is fitting. For UK readers, its Effy from Skins. And my reason; her eye colour.
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I made many futile attempts at opening my eyes. In fact, I wondered if I had gone temporarily blind from the light that seemed to burn my retinas until they come accustom to it.
The events of last night hammered home into my heart and instantly the hope built. Twisting my head I looked over but the hope was squashed and the ache in my heart returned.
The 6 foot 1 smiling friendly (undecided..) giant was gone and in replacement was a single note.
Snatching it up, I prepared myself for an explanation. All I got was;
Sorry. A.
I tried to keep myself calm, I tried to stop the disappointment burning in my soul. Any excuse would have been better than none!
Hell saying that pigs could finally fly would be a better excuse than Sorry! Screwing up the paper, I tossed it across my bedroom and closed my eyes.
How long did he stay for?
An hour? Two? Did he leave sooner?
I know he didn't sleep because the bed beside me was made up. Even with my tossing and turning in the night, the bedding beside me was as I left it.
I knew one thing. I had to get into a shower and wash off this. As mood that was settling in.
I opened my eyes up a lot easier this time, and the cog stopped in my mind.
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I knew what I was going to do.
I was going to hunt that asshat down and ask him what the hell?!
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I stood around the corner from his house debating my next move, right now? I felt like a complete and utter tool hiding behind a bush for some coverage whilst I thought of my attack plan.
How would he lie?
Would he just tell me that he was busy? He had plans or that maybe he had no interest in me what so ever? I hoped for the later not liking the idea of being rejected... again.
