Chapter 3: The Treehouse

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7:05 a.m.

I reach over to pick my phone as it starts to vibrate again.

I pick it up and answer, not in the mood to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I ask  groggily.

"Hey" a female voice says. There was a long pause.

"Um.." I trail off.

"Oh! I'm sorry" she says and I hear her whisper to someone "it's not her"

"Who's-" I was cut of by the call ending. "Well...that was weird" I thought and put my phone back on the nightstand.I sigh and start getting dressed for school. So fun.

*****

8:00 a.m.

I stride towards my locker while Riley tells me about her weekend, which I, as you can tell, am clearly not interested. As I reach over to unlock my locker, she suddenly blocks me. "Okay, what's up Jess?" she snaps, obviously annoyed.

"Nothing" I reply with a smirk.

"Really? Really Jess?"

"Yes, really"

"Jessssssssssss" she whines.

"Yes?"

"Stop it!" she exclaims, but i could tell she finds this very amusing.

"Stop what?" I retort, a grin plastered on my face.

"Stop that" she says, rolling her eyes.

"Stop what?"

"THAT" she points at me.

"What's that? My face?"

"Okay, that is it, I'm done" she sighs and walks away. I quickly grab my books and run after her.

"Rilesssssssss, STOP"

"Nope"

"Rileeeeeey" I whine.

"Nu-uh"

"Riley, you're acting like a child"

"Who said I was an adult anyways" she smirks.

"Riley, stop" I say sternly, and stop walking.

"Oh, please continue, I find this quite entertaining"

"RILEY"

"JESSICA"

"Don't call me that"

"Call you what?" she pauses. "Jessica?"

"THAT"

"What do you mean...Jessica?"

"Rileyyyyyyyyyyyyy"

"Alright fine, I'll stop, Jessie" she says with a loud sigh.

"Really?" I ask, hoping she'd say yes.

"No" she says, she pauses and continues "Jessica" followed by an evil laughter and starts to run away.

I sigh...this is going to be a long day.

*****

6:25 p.m.

I take in a deep breath and start to walk, not really focusing on where I was going, and soon enough my legs were taking me to a familiar place, the tree house, my tree house. I stop, and suddenly say:

"Our tree house"

"What?" I jump as soon as the person spoke and fall on the ground, covered by leaves and sticks, I try to get up, but stumble and fall back down.

"Crap" I groan and look up to face the one and only, Hunter Valentine, what is she doing here anyways?

"Oops, didn't see you there cowgirl" she says and gives me her hand, which I hold on to as she pulls me up.

"Thanks" I mutter and brush off some leaves. I pause and ask "What're you doing here?"

"Well excuse me, I'm sorry, I didn't know this place belongs to you" she retorts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way" I apologize, embarrassed.

She starts to laugh. "Oh My God, you should've seen your face" she pauses and dramatically pretends to wipe a tear, "Priceless"

"What?" I ask, confused.

"I was just kidding, cowgirl, and to answer your question, this is my little hide out, cute, isn't it?"

"This is my hide out, too"

"Listen cowgirl, I found it first, you snooze, you lose"

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yes, really, my best friend and I built this together"

"And where is this 'best friend' of yours?" Her face falls.

"She's dead" she whispers and I immediately regret asking her that.

"I'm sorry" I whisper back and start to walk back home, It's not like I don't care or anything, it's just, she needs some space, and I feel terrible.

I feel stupid.

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