Daisy's POV
Of all the people in the world, it just had to be him.
Why am I surprised? I've always known fate had a personal vendetta against me. She's always been content to ruin my life just for her own amusement.
I pick up my fork and turn my head to the approaching figure to see whether I had imagined him or if I needed glasses.
Unfortunately, the figure didn't disappear or change, he kept approaching not looking up from his phone.
I don't think he has noticed me yet.
There he stood in all his glory, Hunter Stone.
I haven't met anyone with as much rotten luck as mine. I had planned to avoid him for the few remaining months that remained for us in High school. Even though I doubt that would be possible with the growing friendship between his friends and my friends
