Jonathan Turner: "I get REAL old fashioned when I see somebody that I care about being brought home by cops."
**creds to -followtheleader- for the awesome new book cover (sorry, I did do my own questionable changes to it oops.)
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"Hey, Maya, come here for a sec." Shawn waved Maya over to the kitchen when she came down for breakfast.
"Yeah, Shawn, what's up?"
Shawn was a little surprised to hear her say Shawn instead of dad.
"Close your eyes."
Maya obeyed.
"Hold out your hands." Shawn placed something small and smooth in her hands.
"Hmm...let me guess..." Maya gasped and opened her eyes. "It's not...it can't be...the newest IPhone? What? How could you afford this?!"
"Anything for you, kiddo." His face beamed with pride.
"This is...wow. Thank you!" Maya gave Shawn a tight bear hug. He smiled wide.
"That's not all...I wasn't going to spoil this, but I can't wait...We're having a surprise birthday party for you tonight! Complete with cake and streamers, friends, the works."
"Oh...um...see, I kind of had other plans tonight..." Maya shifted her weight.
"C'mon, this is the first birthday of yours you and I get to share. Please!? John is real excited about this too."
"Okay, fine, but I might be a little late."
"Why?"
"It's just something I have to do, Shawn, that's all. Don't bother picking me up from school. Mr. Matthew's has me covered."
Shawn felt hurt by the fact Maya had stopped calling him dad. "Okay, I won't bug you about it. Just don't be too long, alright?"
After school, Maya waited for Mr. Rinehart to pick her up. She waited. She checked her phone. It was already 4:30pm. She sat. She sat until 5 o' clock rolled around. Her phone buzzed. It was Shawn. She decided to send it to voicemail. She sat for another hour and a half. The wind started to pick up, and by this time, the sun was almost down. She was worried, but she refused to answer her phone, even after eight more missed calls.
Maybe he forgot...
Before she could think another thought, her phone buzzed again. This time, there was a text from Mr. Rinehart.
I'm sorry. Something urgent came up. Reschedule?
Maya chucked her new phone down the cement stairs she was sitting on.
What was I thinking, trusting someone I don't even know. What now? I'm not going home, not like this. Everyone will see me a wreck. I've got to think here...
Maya walked down the stairs to her phone. It was surprisingly only cracked in two places. She called Farkle.
