Phoebe.
"How did you know my name?" Javier asked in an American accent.
"Sorry you just looked like a guy my friend talks about." I told him as he and Kai stood up from the pavement.
"Is she Scottish?" Javier asked again,
"Yes." I answered,
"Is her name Jess?"
"Yes."
"Okay enough with the questions who the hell are you?" Kai burst out,
"I thought you knew about me." Javier stated,
"Well we knew about you, she shouts your name out every night, in terror." I answer solemnly.
"If you bring me to her, I'll tell you on the way?" Javier bargained,
"Deal." Kai and I agreed.
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The Loner's Laments. (On Hold)
Teen FictionA girl of a band of three, tells you her story of love, loss, boys, singers and bands. ••This story will be jam packed full of swearing a little bit so be warned!•• There is a little humour, crying, running and some hopefully good fights. ••Maybe up...
