Chapter 5

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Myrah was disgusted as she climbed into Caleb's Ford pickup truck. She hadn't ever been in something so dirty and unkempt. He had pop cans all over the floor, and everything was crusted in mud. It was all she could do to not jump out of the truck and run. She knew that she had to stay there.

Caleb smirked at Myrah's expression when she saw the inside of his truck. He had purposely had his little brother and his friends trash it while he was talking Myrah into coming with him. He was enjoying this way too much.

"So, um do you want to know my address? " Myrah said. She couldn't understand why she felt so uncomfortable. No one made Myrah Athena McGuire uncomfortable. This was definitely a new feeling to her. "Well if you ever want to get home, then yes an address would be helpful " replied Caleb. Myrah absolutely could not stand Caleb and his arrogant attitude. At that moment, Myrah decided that she would NEVER like Caleb Ingram.

After about ten minutes had passed, Myrah decided to put her plan into action. She would give Caleb a day that he would never forget.

"Caleb, I need to tell you something. " "What?! " barked Caleb. He was concentrating on driving, and didn't like being interrupted. "I like you. A lot. "Myrah stated in a matter-of-fact way.

Caleb hadn't ever slammed the brakes on his truck as hard as he did that day.

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Thanks for reading :) I am so sorry that it took me a week to upload. I felt like no one was reading, but I realized that we won't always get support in our lives. So if anyone is reading please comment! You can give suggestions, criticism, whatever. I just want to know if anyone is reading. Xoxo katie

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 29, 2012 ⏰

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