Jack's pov
I wanted to get her name and number but would that be too weird? I walked over to her.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked quietly. She looked up at me and groaned.
"Yet another guy to ask this, what are you going to rape me, hurt me, kill me, kiss me, date me? If any of those apply please leave," she said. God, she was one of those types of girls that take forever to fall in love with you but you fall in love with them instantly.
"I just wanted to make some friends," I spoke and looked down.
"You look like the type that is in a band, skateboards, and perms his hair, you could really use some fashion sense and some health teachings," she said and chuckled dryly. My eyes widened and looked at her.
"How did you know I was in a band?" I asked. All she did was shrug and move her hair from in her face.
"I just can tell what people do, I have been ever since I was like 7," she said and picked her coffee up.
"So could we be friends?" I asked her and she nodded.
"I could use some new friends. I lost the rest of mine when they got boyfriends," she said and moved her stuff from the seat. I sat down and handed her a cake pop.
"Just a peace offering. Please don't roast me," I said.
"I wouldn't roast a pretty boy like you," she said and laughed. We spoke for more than 3 hours and she had suddenly had to leave.
"Can I get your number before you leave?" I asked and she nodded and handed me a small slip of paper.
"By the way, my name is Violeta," she said and walked away.
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Slowly Falling |Jack Avery|
Hayran Kurgu*Slow Editing* Violeta has never like the idea of having a boyfriend. Especially one that is famous. Could Jack Avery, the hunk of Why Don't We (A famous band) change her mind? PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ANY IDEAS FROM THIS BOOK AND IF YOU DO, PLEASE CREDI...
