Too good to be true

"Do you actually love me?" I cried, dreading to hear the answer. "Yes," he mumbled, walking out the door. Was this the last time? Maya and Dan weren't the most predictable couple around. She was a pretty, preppy girl, and him... Well, he was very different. Was this destined to fail?


7. Chapter 7

I saw him, slightly older than me, 18, 19? His dark fringe fell over his eyes, and his black skinny jeans had mud all over them. "You okay?"

"Yeah.. I think I'm fine," I said, shocked.

"Good," he walked over to my top, " you can't wear this, here," He handed me a towel out of his bag. "I've just been swimming by the way, I don't carry random towels around with me usually." He had a posh accent, he was definitely not from the North, where I live. He held out his hand and pulled me up. "what are you doing in an alleyway at dark anyway?"

"I was meant to be meeting someone. " my eyes watered.

"Who? " he asked.

"This guy I met this morning, called Alex. He has red spiky hair, sky blue eyes..."

"Alex!" He gasped, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Does he know Alex? They didn't look like the typical friends, but maybe. I listened to their conversation,

"You've left something behind mate... yes I'm sure it's yours... " he hesitated. That was never a good sign, ever. "I'll drop it off when I come round okay? Good, um, sorry I've got to go, bye. "

He turned to me, putting his phone in his jean pocket," okay, I can take you to Alex's if you want?"

"Sure, please, I've not really got anywhere else to go, my parents are out. " I got my phone out of a secret compartment in my bag, and texted my grandma, she wouldn't Mind me being with a friend for a bit.

"Okay then, let's go," he grabbed by hand and led me down the street. Oh my gosh, he was actually holding my hand. Not my wrist or anything, my hand. This was amazing.

We walked for quite a bit, probably about 20 minutes, chatting, and getting to know each other. He was called Dan, and lived in London, but he was staying with his friend Alex for a bit.

We finally got to a house. A huge, posh house. It just spoke rich, posh, upper class. Dan knocked on the door, and a tall man walked to the entrance .

"Hey. " he looked at dan, who stood almost the same size as him. "So, what've you got?"

Dan signalled me foreword and I walked up to the front door.

"Hey," I said softly. The man stood there, in shock.

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