Dakota’s POV
After Declan cornered me on Christmas eve, I’d hidden myself away again. I hated the effect he had on me, he made me feel vulnerable, like a damaged toy that needed to be kept on a shelf so she didn’t become completely broken.
Thankfully, he had heeded my pleas and was keeping his distance, I say thankfully, but a small part of me, a part that I will never admit to anyone else, kind of hoped he’d fight to stay.
After we started back to classes, Francis had approached me, apologised for causing me issues with my brother and Dec. He swore that he had no idea I was Daxton’s brother and though he was still pissed that he hadn’t made the team, he would never use me to get a place.
We’d started to hang out, just a friends, the odd lunch in the cafeteria or a cup of coffee in the
