Three days ago you lost your cat, going beserk to try and find her. After all, you moved back to your childhood town - the poor kitty getting lost wasn’t part of the plan!

Dusk started to settle in, yet you still walked around in hope. The moment you heard a soft meow you spun round to answer, when your heart stopped the moment you saw it. Wade Winston - the boy you teased back in elementary, holding your cat in huge arms.

“Huh,” He grunts, eyeing you. “Look what the cat dragged in.”