Chapter Sixteen
Monday, September 14th, 1998
The first time Gemma met Greg she thought her heart would explode. He was the most beautiful boy she’d ever met. Six feet tall; nicely built – he wasn’t into Goth or Emo fashions like most of the other boys. He had a sensible haircut that was just casual enough to be cool; and most of all he was so polite! On her third day at the new college she’d resigned herself to having no friends ever again. Lunchtimes were the worst; and this particular day she’d collected her tray in the cafeteria and looked for a table where she might be welcome.
As she was about to give up a gentle voice said, “There’s plenty of room here if you want.”
She looked into a stunning pair of hazel eyes and a smiling face.
“Oh!” she managed to say. “Are…are you sure?”
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