I cautiously approached Zoey. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you got into it with your dad. I know how that is. It just comes with the territory of having snobby rich parents," I said carefully.
"Oh yeah? Do you know what it's like to have your father abandon you at birth, send you a letter twenty three years later to summon you and then immediately marry you off? No? Didn't think so."
Zoey grabbed her coat. "Don't follow me," she screamed as she headed out the door.
(Another 20 minutes later)
"Dude, you're killing me here," James said into his phone.
"She ran, just like I thought she would. She's gone James, and it's bloody freezing out here," I exclaimed, panicking.
"Just one sec, Em. It's important, I guess," said James sheepishly.
"You guess?" she replied, sounding
