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𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 of the tires rolling against old pavement calm Blake's heart rate as she keeps her eyes trained outside—watching as the trees and mountains fly past.
Every once in a while her green eyes look away from her daze induced daydream to look around in the vehicle, accidentally catching the whiskey brown she's been avoiding.
As Blake whips her head back to glance out the window, Thomas furrows his eyebrows in confusion—wondering what she was upset about.
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Before they know it, Bertha comes to a stop—making the group all snap their heads up.
Jorge opens the door with a loud squeak sounding from the old rusted metal as three other doors quickly squeak and scrape open behind him. All teenagers pile out of the vehicle behind the man as Blake's eyes wander over the mountains towering above them.
"Well. I guess we're on foot." Jorge says, cutting Blake out of her gaze on the beautiful scenery in front of her.
As the girl turns her head to look—she notices Thomas quickly turning his head back around from her direction.
Scoffing, Blake shakes her head before she pushes past the group, walking towards the old and rusted vehicles blocking their path.
"What's her deal?" Minho asks the blond beside him with his brows furrowed in confusion.
