ter

the corner of the club, watching everything that was going on. If there w

ce available. This was so... seedy. I looked around, but I couldn't see Ron or Jemma, so I got up and dec

sat down at one of the couple of picnic benches in the yard and rested my head on my hand, sighing loudly.

urned around and saw it was Jackson. He hopped up i

fferent'. H

a smoke in his mouth and lit it before

smoke'. He raised

n-smokers are a r

plump lips. We sat in silence until a few of the other guys came out. I recognised them as some of th

you monopolising

hem for what they seemed to be... decent guys. Jackson was a nice guy for sure, a charmer, something tells me he does well with

ommy had to leave and headed back inside, leaving me and ''curls'' alon

n and I turned to look at him. Did he say what I thoug

know how old I a

ook like her'. I smiled sa

sant-Tree-Ville?' I saw his expression changed,

nt. Clearly a

er through Ron?

N

me, his expression was cold and I realised even thoug

home to mummy, little gir

k into the club. I saw Ron and Jemma had reappeared, but I paid them no attention, I

e are you going?' I could see the worried look on Ron's face. Did he think I was doing a runner and le

motel or something, I figured th

an sta

lbox and half-built mo

rbed by the partying. I insist, Come on'. He put his hand out for me. Well, It

he club that I was free to use and then left me to get settled in. I dumped my bag down on the bed and sorted throug

, I walked over t

other things and people I didn't recognise. It was sweet, in every photo,

the bed. Today has been a very long and very int