❝ In
Squad
We
Trust ❞
Monse Finnie is the new girl in Freeridge. She hopes
to start senior year off without a hitch, but she soon realizes that won't be the case.
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❝ You are not worthless and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! ❞
After school, Jamal was standing outside tapping his foot impatiently. He was waiting for Monse who was taking her sweet time. As for Ruby, he decided to go straight home because of his hangover.
Just then, Isabella walked past Jamal and rolled her eyes at him.
"I CAN DO THAT TOO!" Jamal fired at her as he dramatically rolled his eyes.
"Do what?"
Jamal turned around at the sound of that familiar voice. It was Monse's. "Nothing. Isabella's just being bitter still."
That made Monse scoff. "Tell me about it. She thinks me and Ruby are together."
"You're not, right?" Jamal asked awkwardly.
"No, of course not! I like Cesar remember?"
Jamal put his hands up defensively. "Just making sure!"
"Speaking of Cesar..." Monse drawled as she pulled out her phone. A frown appeared on her face. "...he didn't text me."
Jamal checked his phone. "Oh, he texted me."
Monse put her phone in her back pocket as she leaned over to catch a glimpse of Jamal's screen. "Is he okay?"
Jamal read the text. A horrified expression crossed his face. "Oh shit."
"What?!"
"He left!" Jamal was breathing rapidly at this point, full of fear. "He fucking left my house!"
Monse's heart dropped. Cesar left? As in he was out in public? Where Latrelle could find him?!
"WHAT?! Where did he go?!"
"I-I don't know He just said he couldn't stay anymore."
Monse was panicking. "Come on, we gotta go right now!"
They ran all the way to Jamal's house, never running out of stamina. The fear was empowering them. Jamal barged into his house with Monse right behind him, finally taking the time to catch her breath. Mr. Turner was on the couch, but sprung up when he saw his son and Monse rush in.
"Boy, don't scare me like that!"
"Dad, where's Cesar?!"
"He left."
"He left? What do you mean he left?!" Monse demanded to know.
Mr. Turner shrugged. "He said it was time for him to go home."
"And you let him go?!" Jamal scolded.
"Jamal, watch your tone."
"No dad, you don't get it! Cesar is LITERALLY in danger! This was the safest place for him to be!" Jamal told him.
