Chapter 18

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Olivias POV

*One Month Ago*

Meghan, Dean and I drove out to Lydia's again, because Dean said he had something to show us.

I hoped it wasn't something romantic, where I would have to be akwardly third-wheeling.

"So, what's this thing you have to show us?" I asked.

"It's a surprise" He replied.

"Surprise?" I questioned, "Dean you don't strike me as the type to throw a surprise party"

They both laughed.

"She has a point, Dean" Meghan pointed out.

"Well, this is isn't a surprise party" he explained, "It's more like a 'You Aren't A Murder' party"

Meghan furrowed her eyebrows.

"What?" She asked.

Seeing that Meghan wasn't as happy as I thought she would be hearing this news, I asked, "Dean what did you do?"

"Alright you got me!" Dean laughed, "I told Lydia about Meghan thinking she killed Jasmine, and Lydia said she had proof that Meghan didn't"

"You told Lydia!" Meghan yelled.

"She's helping us" Dean defended himself.

"I asked you not to tell anyone!"

"But, look at what Lydia did when I told her! She found out who really did it!"

"Did she tell you who did it?"

"No, she said it was a surprise"
"Dean, you dumb fuck!" I screamed, as I saw the dozens of police cars that surrounded Lydia's house, "Stop the car!"

Dean stomped on the break.

Meghan's face was blank.

"I told you this would happen!" She snapped at me.

"What do we do?" I panicked.

"Drive back home, loose the license plate" Meghan ordered.
Dean spun his truck around and we zoomed down the highway and back home.

"Meghan I-"

"Just drive" She interrupted him.

"Meghan I'm sorry!" Dean shouted.

"This is why I asked you not to tell anyone!" She fired, "And Lydia of all people.."

"Lydia is good friend of mine and I thought she could be trusted" Dean defended her.

Did he just defend Lydia?

"Well, If Lydia's soo trust worthy, why don't you make her your girlfriend!"

Oh snap..

"Meghan you're blowing this out of proportion"

Judging by the look on Meghan's face, I could tell the Dean was fucked.

"I'm blowing this out of proportion?" Meghan asked angrily, "I'm sorry, I just about got fucking arrested for trusting that you would actually keep my secret!"

Dean was silent.

"You promised me" Meghan mumbled.

The rest of the ride home was in awkward silence.




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