Chapter one

"Y/n come on, we have to meet everyone in five minutes and you are going to make us all late!" My friend exclaimed as the other two people in our small group waited by the exit. As we were looking around the shop in Kingston, acting like the tourists we were, it had began to storm, and I hated storms. As stood there not knowing what to do, a boy around my age saw my troubles, and began to walk towards me.
"Here have my hoodie," he says handing it over to me, "I have loads more, and you seem to need it more than I do right now." I thank him as my friend gives me a thumbs up before pushing me out the door. Leaving me to wonder why this mysterious boy gave me his hoodie.