Leah's POV
I open up the paper that Mr- Shawn gave me. It's a piece of the receipt with his number on it. I put the paper in my phone case so I don't lose it.
"What's that?" Cam asked me.
"What's what?" I asked back.
"That paper you just put in your phone case."
"It's my friend's number. He got a new phone." I lied.
"Oh really? What friend?" Omg. Leave me alone Cam!
"Last I recall you're a teacher not a detective. Now mind your own business."
"Last I recall you're not an adult, yet! So lose the attitude and just answer his question!" My mom butted in. I just got roasted by my mom. How lame am I? 😂
"No it's fine mom. She's right. I was all in her business, but nice roast." Cam said.
"Haha, Cam. Now to answer your question since I have to, it's Greyson." I said still with a little attitude.
"Leah attitude." My mom said again.
"Yes ma'am. Sorry." I said.
The rest of the ride was quite. When we finally got home I ran upstairs to text Shawn.
Shawn Leah
Hey, Shawn this is Leah.
Hey, Leah. You looked beautiful tonight.
Thank you. You weren't looking bad yourself. 😍
Well thank you beautiful. 😊
You're welcome handsome.
I can't wait to see you tomorrow.
I can't wait to see you either.
Well you better get to bed.
Same goes for you mister.
Ok. Goodnight. 😘
Goodnight. 😘
With that I went to bed. And had a dream about when Ethan cheated on me.
*Dream*
"Hey babe. Do you wanna come over?" I asked Ethan.
"I can't baby. I'm sorry. Greyson and I have family in town." He said
"Oh ok. Well, I love you and miss you. You haven't came over in a while, so I figured you could since I wasn't busy."
"Yeah. I know. I'm sorry babe I really wish I could. I love and miss you too."
"Ethan hurry up we have to go!" An unfamiliar voice yelled in the background.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Oh it was my aunt." He said. That's funny cause I've met all of his family before.
"Ok well I'll let you go. Bye. I love you." I said.
"Bye. I love you too." He said and I hung up.
I decided to call Greyson to see if they actually have family in town.
"Hello?" Greyson said.
"Hey Grey. Am I on speaker?" I asked.
"No, why?" He asked.
"Ok good can you come over I have to talk to you about something to do with Ethan."
"Ok I'll be there in 10."
"Thank you. See you then." I hung up and waited for him to get here. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, he's here.
"Hey Grey." I said smiling and I give him a hug.
"Hey Leah bug. What did you have to talk to me about?" He asked as we took a seat on the couch.
"So I was on the phone with Ethan right before I called you and I heard a woman's voice yell for him to hurry up. When I asked him about it he said that it was your aunt and that your family is in town. Are they, because that voice didn't sound like anyone from your family."
"No. Our family isn't in town."
"Oh." Is all I could say as I begin to cry.
"Leah don't cry. I'm sure he's not cheating. He wouldn't do that to you he loves you to much. Why don't you come over and wait for him to get home?"
"Really? You'll let me do that?"
"Yeah lets go." With that I wrote a note and left it on the fridge for my mom or Cam to see.
*hours later*
Greyson and I hear Ethan pull in the driveway quickly. He busts in the door while making out with a girl. I just stand there with tears in my eyes.
"Ethan?" I say just barely loud enough for home to hear. He immediately stops.
"Leah, baby, it's not what it looks like." He says trying to defend himself.
"Oh really! Then what is it?!" I say starting to be filled with rage. He stayed silent.
"Grey can you take me home please. I don't want to see him anymore." I say with my vision getting blurry again.
"Sure." He says understandingly.
I turn to Ethan and say "We're done."
"Leah wait please. Let me explain." He pleaded. Grayson and I get in the car and leave.
*End of Dream*
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