Chapter 17- Underneath it all

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Emma's POV

I woke up and went straight to the bathroom. I washed my hair and took care of everything else before coming out of the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I brushed my teeth, then wrapped myself in a towel.

Once I was done, I placed my wet hair in a high, messy bun and tied a black ribbon around it. I kept my makeup light, then headed to my closet. I grabbed a pair of black joggers and a matching shirt, then slipped on my black Air Max sneakers.

I grabbed my phone and book bag, then went downstairs.

"Hey, Mom. Hey, Amber," I called out.

"We're going out of town today and won't be back until Monday," Amber said.

"Oh, okay, cool," I replied.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us? Last time you nearly got killed," Mom teased.

"No, it's okay. I can ask Ethan to stay with me."

"Alright, good! Want a ride?" Mom offered.

"Yeah, sure."

I grabbed an apple from the fridge and made my way out the door to the car. The ride to school was short and quiet.

"Bye, guys," I said as I got out of the car.

"Bye," they both waved.

I walked into the school, went to my locker, dropped off my book bag, grabbed my text, and made my way to class.

After 3rd period, I met up with Ethan and the others in the cafeteria, and we ate together. It wasn't long before we heard the news: Elena was the new leader of the Busshead gang. She was very different from Austin, and she and Ethan decided that they would put their differences aside and stop the fighting—at least, as long as everyone stayed in their lane.

The bell rang, and we made our way to our last period. I went to my locker, grabbed my book bag, and walked to Visual Arts class.

Art class felt like forever until the bell rang. I went back to my locker, dropped off my books, grabbed my bag, and made my way outside to meet up with the guys. We got into the car, put on our seatbelts, and the ride to my place was quiet.

"What time will you guys be coming over?" I asked as Jehu parked in my garage.

"About 7," Ethan replied.

"Okay, see you then," I said, getting out of the car.

I waved them goodbye and walked toward the house.

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