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Christofers POV
Walking out her door was so hard. I wanted to turn around and beg her to give me one more chance. But I knew she needed to be alone, talking to her would just make it worse. So I continued on, out the door, into my car and I pulled out of her drive way. Maybe a break would be good, for her atleast. I was exhausted, my body atleast was but I just couldnt stop thinking about her. Despite my busy mind, the second I got home I just passed out on the couch.
The bright sunlight coming through the open window, shined straight on my eyes and woke me up. The first thing that popped in my mind was Hayley. Quickly I pushed the thought of last night out of my mind, what replaced it was the thought of coffee. Slowly I managed to get up from the couch and began looking for the coffee. Of course I had coffee filters but not enough coffee to make even one cup. After checking my wallet and seeing I had enough cash, I slipped on a different shirt and headed for starbucks. It was pretty crowded inside the small starbucks, but only a few people were standing in line.
"Hey!" I heard a man call my name, I turned around to see a tall guy, with brown short hair walking toward me, he didnt look very happy...
"Um...Hi" I said confused as to why this tall, football player looking guy was talking to me.
"Are you Christofer?" His deep voice yelled at me.
'Yes..." I said, I was starting to get scared.
"Are you dating Hayley?"
"Um...No," Ignoring my response, he shoved me against the wall.
"Stay away from her!" My eyes grew wide and people began to stare.
"Im not even dating her!" I yelled back.
"Just leave her alone! Youve caused enough damage already!" He screamed at me, he pulled me away from the wall and hit me in the side of the face with his strong fist. Pain shot threw my head and down my neck and I collapsed on the ground. No one asked if I was ok, just stared at me as I sat on the floor and watched the guy leave. As he left, I saw him wipe the blood on his hand onto his jeans. After a dazed few seconds, I quickly got up but had to hold onto the wall for a few seconds until I was no longer dizzy. I walked swiftly out the door of starbucks and locked my self in my car.
"Who was he?" I said to myself, somewhat hoping somebody would reply.