Lyndon

His name...

CHAPTER EIGHT

"You!!!!" I was so angry. I didn't even realize I was yelling. He just stood their in shock. "How much did you hear?" He said in a real stern voice. I really didn't hear much but I was curious about what was going on and part of me wanted to figure it out.

I was silent. I said nothing but gave him a glare. I had no idea what to think of him yet.

I started to walk away feeling a little dizzy and next think I knew I hit the floor.

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I smelt the smell of soap and mints. Bump bump. My eyes opened and i noticed I was being carried over a shoulder.

"Put me down!" I demanded. "You can barely walk and you passed out, I think ya need some help. Oh I found these pills in your pocket. Have you ate anything today? You know you can't keep taking pain pills on an empty stomach, right?"

Since when did this guy become some medicine genius? I don't know but he is about to drive me crazy!!! He's such a smartass.

He set me down in his truck and started to drive."So where's your house?"

I sat there quietly. Enough of him, it's time for me to start asking the questions around here.

So I thought... The simplest one came to my head. "What's your name?"

"Clayton. Clayton Jones," he mumbled.

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Well now y'all finally know his name. I hope this part of the story was okay....

Thanks so much for the over 100 reads. I never thought j would get 20 much less a 100. It's a shocker!!!!xD