Jackson's POV
Connected to the end of Blayze's POV in Chapter 32
I had a few pictures of Astrid in my phone, mostly the stupid selfies we took while tormenting Molly.
Roaming around the streets, I asked various people if they had seen her, showing them her picture but all my efforts were going down the drain.
Just as I was about to return back to the hotel when I accidentally bumped into a girl who was exiting a coffee shop, spilling her drink which, thank God, did not fall on her but the ground.
"My bubble tea!" she exclaimed, looking down at the spilled drink.
As she stood staring at the ground, I took my time to analyze her. She had black-brown hair and an olive complexion. By the looks of it, she may just be a little younger than me.
Her brown eyes swept to mine as she looked at me over her reading glasses.
"Sorry... miss?" I apologized, rubbing the back of my neck.
"My name's is Ophelia and Sorry? Your sorry isn't going to get me back my tea."
With that, she grabbed me by my bicep and dragged me into the coffee shop.
"You, mister, are buying me a bubble tea again."
She raised her hand, as if she would slap me, when I was about to speak up. "I don't want to hear it. I really don't. You spilt it; you pay for another one."
I reached for the back pocket of my trousers, grateful that I got a hold of Blayze's wallet because otherwise I was broke.
Paying for the tea, I grabbed my phone and asked Ophelia if she had seen the girl in the photo—Astrid.
"Nope. What's your name, by the way?"
"Why should I tell you?" I asked her, with a raised brow.
"Because you know mine, it's only fair if I know yours too."
I smirked at the girl. "My name is. . . . . .. for me to know and you to find out."
She rolled her eyes as I turned around to leave. Just as I reached the door. "It was nice meeting you...... Jackson."
I turned, shocked. "How did you find out?"
She shrugged. "It's written in bold on the back of your jersey, genius."
She's a smartass.
I like her already.
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Blood of Revenge
RomanceAstrid Sparks is 17 and striving to live after the death of her parents and the murder of her elder brother. She wanted revenge. and she knew she would get it. Blayze Walker was a mastermind. He was bad and found that good. No one ever taught him ho...
