|••• Violet's POV •••|
I arrive at the parking lot to realize that I am the earliest amongst the group like most of the times.
I decide to plug in my earphones when I see Sam entering the parking lot. He senses someone's stare and turns towards me.
After a couple of seconds, he decides to acknowledge me with a wave. I nod my head in response.
And just when I thought that the non-verbal conversation is over, he proves me wrong by approaching me.
"Waiting for someone?" He asks.
"Jasmine. We carpool together." I answer him.
"I saw her with Zach. They seem busy with something." He states.
"Zach? What would she be doing with him?" I ponder out loud.
"Well, they are ...uh..getting along." He shrugs.
"That's.... surprising." I awkwardly say.
"Anyways, you are still waiting?" He asks.
Before I could answer, I get a call from Jasmine.
"Where are you?" I pick up.
"I will be late. I need your car. Can you pretty please leave it?" She asks.
"What for?" I question her.
"Something important. Tell you later!" She avoids the chance to explain.
"Fine but you better tell me what this is all about." I say.
"Sure, handover the keys to anyone from the group." She says before hanging up.
What is going on with her?
"Is there a problem?" Sam asks, snapping me out of my chain of thoughts.
"She has requested to take the car. I will have to wait for someone to come so that I can lend the keys." I say.
"How will go home?" He asks.
"I'll take the bus." I shrug.
"Nonsense, I will drop you off." He declares, leaving no room for discussion.
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As we pull out of the parking out, I thank him again for his help.
"Shut it already, Taylor." He says while speeding off.
"Okay. Just trying to be grateful." I raise my hands in mock surrender.
"For the umpteenth time." He grumbles.
"So how's Calvin?" I ask him, trying to strike up a conversation.
"He is good." His reply is concise, allowing me to assume that he prefers a silent ride.
I busy myself in the surroundings that pass by through the window to ignore the awkward silence and as the soft breezes caress my face, a smile instantly breaks out.
"You can play the radio." He says, interrupting my moment of solace.
I shrug at his offer and turn the radio on. Justin Bieber's 'love yourself' starts playing and I turn to look at Sam.
He looked like he'd empty all his stomach out and I waste no time in switching it off while guffawing in laughter.
"Not funny." He glares at me playfully.
I smirk at him and look out of the window. The car comes into a halt as familiar surroundings arrive.
"We're here." He says.
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The Trap
Teen Fiction#EDITING# Previously known as- When the bad boy noticed me. Trap called chaos. Trap called emotions. Trap called life.
