"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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Jordan came to pick me up the next day. We decided to get the decorations first so that both the guys could start decorating Brianna's place.
I left my house and looked at Jordan who was leaning against his motorbike with his hands in the pocket.
"That's a motorbike." I stated.
"I'm aware since it is mine." He sassed back and I gave him an uninterested glance.
"I cannot get on this. I thought you had a car." I whined.
"Do you have fear of motorbikes?" He asked me.
"No. I'm just scared that I'll make both of us fall off of it. I'm not good with balance."
"Don't worry. I won't let it happen. Get on it." He said, getting on his bike and then gesturing me to sit behind him.
I gulped and got closer, placing both my hands on his shoulders and then carefully sitting. His legs were firmly placed on the ground, maintaining the balance.
As I was settled, he ignited the engine making the hike roar and then drove away. My eyes were closed and hands were tightly holding his shoulders. He was very careful while driving, acknowledging my fear.
"We are here." He announced, turning off the engine. It was a twenty minutes ride, twenty most dreadful moments of my life.
I hurriedly got off and waited for him to join me. Target wasn't much crowded since it was only 9:00 am.
Without wasting another second, we entered and directly walked to the food section. I was in charge of the trolley while Jordan stuffed nachos, coloured water, juice and ingredients for lasagna.
All of this was requested by Brianna because she had an amazing cook who was going to prepare onion dip, hummus and the lasagna.
Later we dropped by the decoration aisle and brought some balloons.
There were four people ahead of us when we went to the cashier so we just waited in line.
"Why don't you ever talk about how you met Rosalind?" I asked him.
"The place and state we met in is not something I'm proud of." He admitted painfully.
"How come Lenny isn't aware of you too? I mean Brianna and me, I understand. We weren't a huge part of her life, but Lenny also?"
"She didn't speak about me much to people over here." He answered.
"Does it hurt you?" I whispered.
"No. It doesn't."
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Jordan dropped me off to the mall where Brianna was impatiently waiting for me. As she saw me, she squealed and ran in for a hug.
