He arrived in my Uncle's Diner at midnight with fresh bruises, cuts and blood all over his face. He was carrying a young toddler and a old rucksack on his back. It was the schools 'Golden Boy' Noah Winters and he needed my help.
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He arrived in my Uncle's Diner at midnight with fresh bruises, cuts and blood all over his face. He was carrying a young toddler and a old rucksack on his back. It was the schools 'Golden Boy' Noah Winters and he needed my help.
Ranked 4 in #teenmum
"Look Noah. I'm sorry-"
"You have nothing to be sorry for." He cuts me off. I let out of a breath. I felt a bit relieved.
"So are we back to-"
"Look we shouldn't hang out anymore." His words instan...