A/N: this is domiebabe3 this is my first story on fictionpress. I am trying my best.

This story is dedicated to my friend Bria who has more drama with boys than me but I have had my fair share and I have not had a boyfriend since and am happy. Also for my friend Kayla who has so many to choose from. So that I don’t waste any time I will get to the story.

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Prologue

I stood in the rain crying my eyes out thinking about what I just saw. Him and that blonde bimbo, hoar, slut, bitch, boyfriend stealer. Yes strong words for even stronger feelings. The only thing he said you were gonna find out sooner or later. I fled.

So fast forward to now where I am crying in the rain blindly walking somewhere. I remember the last time it rained when we had started going out us in the park in the tire swing, me in his embrace giggling at him cause he looked like a cat that had gotten a bath…forget those days. Those were never happening again. Before I knew it I was on one of the regular swings in the same park we went to the night we got together. Swinging in the rain even more fun.

When I stopped finally after god knows how long I saw someone. He walked up to me and said something in a husky voice that only radiated concern. I cocked my head and he said louder, “Are you ok?” I nodded my head trying to hold back the tears. Then he said, “Don’t lie to me I saw you run out of Bryans house like the world was after you and your nightmares revealed.” And the two words that did it said in a persuading way, “Tell me.” The other seven sounding like honey, “I am here to help you.” That brought on the waterworks. And as I cried I felt warm arms holding me like a child and for a minute I thought it was dad, but when I opened them I saw the mysterious stranger and I asked, “what’s your name?”

His answer, “Gregory Jackson but my friends call me G.J. You?”

“My name’s Jenna- Marie Fariano. My friends call me Jade.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” I looked up and I took in his face blue eyes, caramel skin, and semi-long hair. He was so…wow.

But then my cell phone buzzed and I herd my mom yelling in a mixture of Spanish, French, Italian, English, Russian, Tswana, and good old street language, in short I was in trouble.

I said bye and then I ran off thinking about how nice he was and if I was going to see him again.

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A/N: please all I ask is for five reviews and I will post more ASAP, but for now this is the prologue. Thank you.

Domiebabe3