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I drive out of the school parking lot

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I drive out of the school parking lot. Raven turned on my radio. Changing it to a song she likes. I smack her hand away. "What are you doing? Don't touch my car." She rolls her eyes.

"I was just turning on the radio."

"Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts their cakehole."

Putting in one my grandfather's disc. "You're lucky your grandfather has good taste in music."

"Where are we even going?" I roll my eyes.

"Mystic falls grill." I take a left turn. Parking my car in front of the grill.

Getting out of car. I walk inside. Sitting down at a table. Raven followed. As we sat there a man in his 20s. Sat beside Raven. She scoots more to side.

"Uh-uh don't sit there." I snap my finger. Motioning him to get up. The man let out sigh. standing up and sat down next to me.

I take a 50$ bill. Handing to him. He slips a small bag on table and leaves. I quickly reached out to grab it. But Raven beat me to it.

"Seriously, you bought drugs in front of me?"

"You're the one who wanted to come." I try to snatch the bag from her hand. But she moved her hand away.

"Give it to me." I demanded.

"No."

"What?"

"I said no."

"What do you want?" I cross my arms. Sitting back. Raven raises her eyebrow. A smirk formed on her lips.

God, she's so beautiful

Shut up, you hate her remember.

"You have to take me and Arroya to school everyday." She said. "I asked if you wanted a ride. You declined."

"Yea only because you were being a bitch about it."

"Me a bitch?" I chuckled pointing at myself. I leaned forward. "You're the one who-" I was cut off by similar voice. Raven quickly rapped her hand. Putting it under her. "Aunt hope what are you doing here." I asked.

"I should be asking you that? Shouldn't you guys be in school?" She looked between Raven and me.

"We're on lunch and we decided to come here." Raven lied.

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