Hey, mates! How are you all doing? I apologize that it took me a long time to update. Anyway, I'm in college now as an art student and it's been so long! I'm not sure if I should continue to do wattpad. A lot of you guys have been so supportive and I gave that up when I thought my stories are going nowhere. Thank you for your support.
Also, the next chapter is for mature audiences only. There will be steamy scenes.
xoxo -Hannah
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➸ ➸ ➸ ❝ Let your rebellious heart die a thousand deaths if it means discovering a fierce love that worth fighting for, worth coming to life.❞ ➸ ➸ ➸
Chapter 27 Avalynn Johnson
"Nolan! Let. Me. Go." I said through gritted teeth. Tugging on my hand, that was currently held by Nolan's own, I pushed him. "Nolan!"
He didn't budge or even bat an eyelid. Gazing at me he spoke, "We need to talk."
Well, obviously, but he didn't have to manhandle me.
"What the hell? We could've just stayed there!" I exclaimed. We didn't have to go out here in the garden. The place back there was fine.
"Plus, you ruined my dance with Justin," I grumbled. He acted very rudely and in a childish manner. Couldn't he wait after the damn dance? I honestly enjoyed dancing because my dance partner was great.
Though what I said didn't seem to please Nolan. Far from it actually.
"Really? Justin huh? Is he your boyfriend now?" He sneered.
"Do you prefer to be in his arms instead?"
What?
He huffed out a deep breath, looking me in the eye saying, "You moved on quick."
What the bloody hell is he talking about? Did I move on quick?
That's funny since he didn't know how many tears I shed for his idiotic ass when we were apart. Apparently, he was angry at me for dancing with Justin.
