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You hadn’t even been in London for a week when you found yourself standing in the middle of a confrontation. Three lads had surrounded you outside a pub, clearly thinking the new girl was an easy target. One of them stepped closer. “What’s a girl like you doing here?” You didn’t move. “Waiting for you to move.” He laughed and reached for your arm. You caught his wrist instantly and twisted it away. His smile disappeared. Behind him, a group of GSE lads had stopped to watch. Pete Dunham raised an eyebrow. “Well… that’s new.” You let go and looked at the lad. “Next time, don’t touch people you don’t know.” Pete laughed. “What’s your name?” You looked at him. “Y/N.” He grinned. “I’m Pete. You’re gonna fit in just fine.”