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Holy shit guys... These months has been crazyyyy!!
I had exams and then I kept getting sick and then I had writers block and THEN I WENT TO AMERICA.
AND WATTPAD WOULDNT LET ME PUBLISH A CHAPTER.
So here's the re-written version of the chapter ☺️(is sobbing)
Love reading everyones conversations especially about dating 😭
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(Y/n) was walking home, his bag on his shoulders. His ears twitched and his eyes were darting everywhere, he felt on edge. His hands soothed his hair, trying to make him relaxed. His phone died making him unaware of the five miss calls from Miles, ten from his father and fifteen from his mother.
Reaching a corner, the teen's hands gripped the straps of his backpack. The street lights doing little to shine a path to home.
B E H I N D
Y O U
The boy's head snapped to look behind him, his body turning. It was his dad's police car. (Y/n) let out the biggest sigh of relief and jogged to the window. His feet touched the curb and the door swung open. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him into a tight hug.
The familiar smell of faint spices and hand sanitiser filled his nose, "Mamá, lo siento mucho!" (Mama, I am so sorry!)
Before (Y/n) could explain himself, Rio hushed him, "We were worried sick, hijo! I called you fifteen times!"
"I'm sorry, Mamá! My phone died and fell asleep on the bus! I wasn't purposely ignoring everyone!"
The two were now in the car, Jeff driving while Miles was in the back with (Y/n).
"On the bus, right... and we are meant to believe that?! It's nearly eight at night and you're wondering about!" Rio exclaimed, staring out as Jeff drove around the corner.
"Who are you hanging about anyway? Is it Ganke? I never liked that kid!"
Miles and (Y/n) shared a confused glance, (Y/n) leaning forward to small window to talk to their dad, "Uh— Yes you did?"
"He calls me by my first name!"
Rio scoffed, shaking her head as her head turned to Jeff, "We hate that."
"I have more friends than Ganke! And— and Miles!" (Y/n) argued, sitting back against his chair, looking out the window to watch the lights flew by.
