Zoe's POV

Well as you all probably know by now; I'm Zoe and after just witnessing my boyfriend... Sorry my ex-boyfriend cheat with my ex- best mate I finally had enough and ran away from the campus but in my attempt to make to the bus were proved futile once Jordan had caught up to me.

He roughly grabbed my arm -probably leaving a bruise, I yanked my arm out of his grasp and made my way to English, he followed and tried to come up with some lame half assed excuse as to what I had just witnessed. When I told him it was over and tried to walk to off again, he ran and stopped in front of me.

After Jordan had shouted "NO WERE NOT!" I had decided to ignore him and all of his bullshit and left. As I was walking down the corridor my best friend necklace had glimmered in the sunlight shining through the window and I nearly broke down in tears as I remembered how I've neglected my one true friend. Chris has been there from the start, ever since we met at the small coffee shop around the corner from mine 6 years ago.

Flashback: 

After I had showered and got dressed I went down stairs only to be pinned against the wall by father. His hands wrapped around my wrists forming bruises in their place.  I tried and get away from him by thrashing about and while doing so I must have kicked him where the sun don't shine because without any warning his hands came off my wrists giving me a chance to run so while he was rolling about on the floor in pain, I took the opportunity to run,  when I felt I was safe enough I stopped running and tried to catch my breath as best as I could.

Finally reaching the  cute cafe I walked in and the bell above the door chimed letting Audrey, the elderly lady who worked there, know that she had a customer. When I walked up the front I ordered my favourite drink Hot Chocolate with Whipped Cream and Marshmallows, I looked up when the bell above the door chimed again and in walked a guy wearing a white collared shirt with the most breathtaking smile and gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. When he ordered his drink and he took a seat across from me, after a shy introduction, I learned that his name is Chris, we got to really talking and getting to know each other and as for the rest, well some call it history.  

Flashback over:

Pulling my phone out of my back pocket I contemplated on whether to dial Chris's number or not, I mean he is my best friend after all, but why should I bother him with something I can easily handle myself?