AMY
“Dad, you have to do something about this,” I said as I barged into the house. I couldn't think straight the whole night after I had set my eyes on Oliver Miller.
There was something about her that was daring, and I hated her guts. I didn't want her in my life or in the life of anyone I loved.
I felt like Dad was delaying. He was wasting time. He needed to find a way to stop all this nonsense, or it'll get out of hand.
“Oliver met you?” Dad glared at me, forgetting his phone. “How is that even possible?”
It was exactly the same question I was asking myself. How was it that she found me at that exact grocery shop at that exact time? I mean, there were thousands of grocery shops, but why did she have to ‘coincidentally’ see me there?
I thought about it all night, and it only m
