Amber Gray moves to her dream college in her dream city. Her life drastically changes as she overcomes friendships and relationships. Going to NYU to study fashion has been her dream since as long as she can remember. And when she gets accepted thin...
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"What the fuck do you want?" I ask impatiently.
"I wanna talk. Grab a drink with me" He says, fixing his suit.
"You know I don't fucking drink. Cut to the chase."
"Ok then, you can drink chocolate milk then. Does that sound more appealing?" He asks, sarcastically.
"I don't have time for this shit. Get the fuck out of here, I have a fight." I say grabbing my outfit.
"So, where's Amber?" He asks, taking a seat.
My head turns at the mention of her name. I was hoping him meeting Amber was simply a coincidence.
Guess not.
He smiles. "So you do know Amber."
"Keep her name out of your fucking mouth." I say walking over to him.
"Can't do that. Not when I want her in my fucking mouth."
Well there goes my temper.
My hands curl into fists and I'm about to punch the hell out of his face but someone pulls me back.
"Jayden, that's enough." Jordan says.
I'm the one pulling him off people.
Not the other way around-
"Oh look who it is. The sidekick." Shawn says.
"Shut the fuck up." Jordan snaps back.
Shawn laughs, "you both really didn't change."
"Shawn, what the fuck do you want?" I say trying my best to control my temper.
"I want Amber."
Jordan laughs, "You have a better chance of getting Queen Elizabeth."
Shawn rolls his eyes, before lighting up a cigar.
"Well. Dream somewhere else, you're not getting her." I say, trying to remain calm.
"I wanna make a deal." Shawn says.
I push past Jordan and towards Shawn, pinning him on the wall by his collar. "I'm gonna say this once, and only once. You're gonna stay the fuck away from Amber Gray. Or, I will not hesitate to kill you with my bare hands."
I pull away, Shawn laughs. "And here I thought Jordan was the impulsive one."
"And here I thought you knew that your weak ass mafia is nothing without Koslov." Jordan says.
