Chapter 28

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He grabbed his car keys reached out his hand for me to grab. I grabbed his hand and stood up. We walked out of his house.

He opened the car door for me and I smiled. "Thank you." I said.

"No problem." He replied. He walked over to his side of the car and got in. he pushed the key into the keyhole and started the car.

His radio blasted loud rock music and I jumped. He quickly turned down the volume. "Sorry I forgot that I had my music up that high." He said while backing out of the driveway.

"It's okay." I replied while looking out of the window.

"Do you want to put your music on?" he asked.

"Sure." I said while changing the radio station. Ain't it fun by Paramore came on and I leaned back into the seat.

"I figured that this was the kind of music you would listen to." He said while stopping at a stoplight.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The stupid bubblegum pop." He replied while hitting the gas pedal. I rolled my eyes.

"They're punk rock for your information." I said.

"Whatever you say." He replied.

*30 Minutes Later*

"When you said not too far from your house I thought down the street." I said.

"I forgot how far it was." He shrugged.

"How much longer until we're there?" I asked.

"About thirty more minutes why?" he asked.

"You do remember it's a school night right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do." He replied.

"By the time we get back to my house, it's going to be around one-ish in the morning." I said.

"Why are you so worried about school? I thought you didn't like it." He said.

"I don't, but I want to get into a good college after school." I said.

"My mom's gonna have my head on a silver platter." I said while rubbing my face with my hands.

"Call her then." Harry said in an annoyed tone.

I grabbed my phone and saw it was conveniently dead. "Go figure." I mumbled.

"Go figure what?" Harry asked.

"My phone's dead." I replied.

"Just use mine." He said while pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"I can't." I said.

"Why not." Harry said clearly annoyed.

"I don't remember her cell number." I said.

"Then call your house." He said.

"We don't have one yet." I replied and he rolled his eyes.

"Sorry I don't remember her number." I said.

"Wouldn't you have remembered it by now." He said.

"She got a new number I remember her old one." I said.

"Whatever." He mumbled.

*Author's Note* I posted a video for Ain't it fun by Paramore on the side. You should listen to it if you haven't yet it's a good song.

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