Hazel's POV
"Dean?" I muttered as a mixture of shock and surprise washed over me, I stood still in my tracks for a moment before turning towards him. There he was standing with a sleek blonde and in a bright green shirt which complimented his emerald eyes and black trousers, for a moment he looked like a bad guy and in the next second it seemed like I was wrong about my prediction. He had this sorry look on his face and looked innocent.
"Hazel," he muttered my name again and walked towards me, stopping directly right in front. I was about to leave when he grasped my hands making me raise my brows at him.
"Hold on...can you give me a moment so that we can talk, I really like to apologize for the last time...so please give me a chance." He pleaded with puppy eyes on his face.
"I'm sorry
