Chapter Two:
Strolling down the corridor with my hands in my hoodie pocket, I jumped and let out a yelp when the door of the first room abruptly swung open. The pair of green eyes that was staring right back at me widened.
"What the fuck are you doing at my house, St. George?"
Dazed, I blinked at the boy before me without uttering a word and stood as still as a statue. My house. He said "my house". Which meant Cornwell Jerk was…
Fuck. Mrs. Cullen's grandson. You have got to be kidding me.
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