Dear August

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Dear August,

So mom and I got in an argument last night. I sort f snuck out to get McDonald's ice cream with Finley and then when I come back at 4am she's waiting up for me on the couch. I have no idea how you always managed to sneak out without being caught. I guess it was one of your gifts. Anyways I think I'm grounded, but I don't think that's gonna stop me from sneaking out again. I know what you're thinking, Riley you're acting the exact same way you did before I left. And yes, I agree with you. I'm gonna stick it to the man and do what I want. I don't care. When I'm having fun I actually feel something. Maybe it's pseudo happiness but it's something. I have to go to school (gag) so we'll talk soon.

With love,
Riley.

I told mom I would walk to school today, but Finley came to pick me up, with the rest of the crew in the car with her.

"So are you grounded?" Joey turns from the passengers seat to look at me.

"Yeah," I nod.

"Awe come on we had plans this weekend!" Luca complains.

"Yeah. They're still on. Just cause I'm grounded doesn't mean I'm not gonna sneak out. What's the worst thing that she can do to me? Take my phone? I'll just take it back."

Joey Luca and August all raise their eyebrows at me, and although Finley was looking at the road I could tell she was too. I haven't shown my rebellious side to them yet so this was surprising.

"Oh miss, I don't like going out, where is this coming from?" August asks. I shrug.

"I don't know. I guess I just got too angry last night so now I'm going on this rampage," I joke. August chuckles a little and rolls his eyes.

I feel a warm hand hold onto my knee and look down to see it's August. So I guess we're getting into the touchy feely stage of flirting? I take his hand in mine and continue to look straight ahead since I know he's looking at me now.

Luca looks over at me, down to my leg where August and I were holding hands, then back up at me. I didn't have to look directly at him to see the smile slowly creep up on his face.

We all get out of the car to go to prison - sorry school. August's and my hand remain together as we walk through the doors hand in hand. There were some surprised glances here and there, thinking, what the hell is August doing with the new girl? It only slightly got to me.

We make it to the door of our LA class, still holding hands. I stop in front of the door and look at him.

"I'm gonna run the the bathroom really quick."

"Okay," he gives my hand a quick squeeze and walks into the class, and I walk the opposite direction towards the girls bathroom.

As I'm walking out of the stall the bathroom door opens and a pair of white high top converse make their way to one of the sinks. I walk to a sink and wash my hands. The girl at the sink next to me won't stop staring at me, so I turn to look at her.

Son of a bitch.

Sasha from the restaurant stares right back at me. I raise my eyebrows and push my way to the hand dryers. Her eyes burn holes into the back of my head as I dry my hands. I turn around and shake the last water droplets off of them before going to grab my backpack.

She grabs my forearm before I can get my bag and makes me look at her. What is it with this girl and forcefully grabbing me?

I yank my arm from her grasp. "Is there something you need?" I spit out on her. She narrows her eyes.

"You guys were holding hands?"

"What's it to you?"

"Well for one, we're still in love. I don't share what's mine."