What was going on? Grant couldn't of been doing drugs he had a baseball scholarship to Louisiana State if Grant had gotten caught his scholarship would be taken away. "Are you kidding me?" I angrly replied backed. "H^#l no!" he texted. "Are you drunk, where are you?" I snapped. "Well I'm obviously not sober and I don't no where I am. With a girl and a resort. I think," Grant slowly texted back with all the words misspelled.
"I sent him a picture of my shoes with caption "wtf ". "Harsh!" he replied back. "What are you doing? Throwing your life away?" I hashed back. "I don't know. I met this girl over spring break on a road trip and it was fun, but what ever you do don't tell Hannah!"he
stated. "Why are you telling this to me?" I asked. "Cause I know you won't tell anyone," he assumed. "How do you know that?" I questioned. " Because I have a video of you that Hannah sent me, you know when you two were friends. That has you describing how much you hated your now friend Bridget Grant blackmailed.
How in the world had Hannah record that it was on snapchat two years ago when I had been a freshman. The video had said some nasty s!*t about how much I had hated Bridget. I though Hannah and I were friends. Wouldn't of been the first time I had been screwed over blindly. "Whatever," I gave in. "One more thing cover for me I'll be in California for two more weeks if I'm not back by then get me. I am at Chance Resort on 5th avenue Los Angeles. Okay do what I say or else😏," he explained.
Crap I was in deep s!*t. We live in Ohio and I didn't even know anything. I didn't have to worry for at least two more weeks though. I could not believe what had just happened, but yet again could. I didn't know why I had even liked him the first place. Why do I always fall so hard for jerks?
