JAKE’S P.O.V

I hadn’t seen Marie in a very long time. The last time I saw her was the year before I met Hayley for the first time which was just another rude reminder of just how large our age gap was. She looked as she always did, stuck up, pissed off and like she had a stick up her fucking ass.

She had a designer bag in her hands that I knew she probably couldn’t afford, a large fur jacket that she must have been boiling inside because it was fucking hot and large ...