With a deep breath, she spoke. "You could say I used to be good I mean I didn't have reason to be mean or bad, I had a loving mom, good life, not so good but I was alive, trust me I was a very cool kid well until Patrick, Amber and my so-called family took that." she looked up at Jeff, he was looking at her, and all his attention was on her, why did it feel so good and was she slightly nervous under his gaze?
When she fell silent, he probed. "I'm listening, Amy."
That somehow made her heart flutter and she found herself opening up to him. "Well, when I met Patrick, he wasn't a jerk face like he is right now. Actually, I met him on the first week I was in school. I was walking towards the library when he stopped me and he was like…
Third-person POV…
"Hello beautiful, why do you look familiar?" a young man dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and blue pants stopped by her with a smile that could pull anyone in.
