Limited Edition (Roc Royal Love Story)

Chapter 20

::Chresanto's POV::

I sat on my bed and played Call of Duty on my Xbox. I made sure to cut off my phone and lock my door and while I was at it, I decided to blast my music. Right now, no one was worth talking to. Especially not Cassidy. How could she do this to me? I dont even know what's been going on with her lately. She's sex crazed! Which at first, I was cool with. But now? She completely lost her mind. And she tatted my name on her?! You know what. I know what it is . She just wants attention. I thought she was different from Natalie, but she's just the same. Drama. And as of right now, I was done with Cassidy.

::Cassidy's POV::

I followed Chres to his room but all he did was slam the door in my face. I tried calling his name but he probably couldnt hear me over his ear pounding music. I was so confused!! I dont understand why he didn't like it. I dont even understand him anymore.

I sat in the dorm hallway for about 4 hours til it came to me. Everyone was already in their rooms for the night. I stayed here for so long, in hope that Chres would come out of his room, but he never did. I finally realized who's fault this was. Mr. Henry. That stupid bitch was the one who set me up in the first place! He assigned the project and set me up to fail. I bet he never wanted me and Chresanto to work out anyway.

I started biting my nails in anticipation. Okay. Chresanto is from California ... even though he lives in Chicago like me. Okay Chresanto = California. I need to go back to the source which = where he's from. So Chresanto = California= where he's from= the source= California. Okay. Perfect sense!

It was about 11:30 at night so technically, we were supposed to be in our rooms by now, and for the most part, everyone was... well except for me. I snuck out of the dorm building and to the parking garage.

On my way, I saw Mr. Henry's class's light still on so obviously he hadn't left yet. Perfect.

I reached the parking garage without any seeing me and realized I needed something to drive. I hopped into a red camaro with black leather seats. I inhaled the sweet scent of strawberries from the car Freshener.

Here, most people leave their keys in their cars but I dont understand why. I opened the dashboard in hope that one of those fools were the owner of this car. Freshmans were the only ones not allowed to have their cars. If this stupid rule didn't exist I wouldn't have to ste--- borrow this car.

To my advantage, I found the keys. I didn't even think twice about my actions as I pulled out of the garage and onto the open road.

Once I was free from the school, I pulled to the side of the road. Mr. Henry is in his 20's.. so im pretty sure he has a Facebook. I pulled out my phone and searched him.

'Jonathan Henry'. Yepp. That's him. I went to his profile and clicked on his personal information. What an idiot. He actually put his address on a public website? Did he not realize that there are crazies out here who could be on their way to his house right now?

I started the car back up and heard the loud shriek exerted from the rubber tires as I pulled off.

::Mr. Henry's POV::

As I walked into my dark house, I felt a little uneasy, but I quickly shook it off. I sat my keys in their usual spot on the couch. I dont know why I always did this because tomorrow morning, I'd regret it as I tried to find them.