You're Not Enough

Chapter 82

I take the last bite of my apple and toss the core into the trash. I walk out of the kitchen into my dad's office. "Where's Mom?" I ask him.

"Uhhh, she had to go into the office." He says, not looking up from his computer.

"Oh."

"Also, um, you can go out," he adds.

"Okay."

He looks up from his computer. "Do you not want to go out anymore?"

"No, I do. But if mom's going to be gone, I can stay here with you. If you want."

He smiles at me. "I'm okay. You got out, have fun. Take that car of yours for a spin."

I give him a small smile.

"Call if you need anything," he says as I walk out of the office. "And no speeding!" he shouts.

I roll my eyes as I walk upstairs to my room; I remove my white t-shirt and slip my black long sleeve shirt over the top of my head. I walk into my bathroom and remove the scrunchy from my hair. My curls fall all over the place. I shake my head and fix it up a little bit. It looks better now... sort of.

It's time for me to go to the hair salon to get a cut. My hair now reaches to the middle of my back. This is the longest it has ever been. Usually, I keep it shoulder length. I push the hair behind my ears and then pick my phone up from the sink to text my mom.

*Can we go to the hair salon tomorrow?

I know she will be surprised to see that message. I hate going to the hair salon, but it is needed. I walk out of the bedroom and over to my desk.

Okay, where are my keys?

I laugh to myself. It feels so weird to say that. My eyes scan the desk, I find them under my notebook. I grab it and walk out of my room and down the stairs. "Bye, Dad," I yell out.

"Bye!"

I unlock the door and head out. I unlock the car door and get in. I type the address in Ravenswood High School. I remember Caleb telling me how they had Sunday practices. So I know he's there; he has to be. I know it's a pretty bold move popping up at his school unannounced, but I mean, it's not like I can call him.

I turn the car on and pull off.

After about twenty minutes of driving, I have finally reached Ravenswood.

Their town looks nothing like Crossland; it's dark and gloomy over here. The sun was shining bright in Crossland. How come it isn't shining brightly over here? I mean, their towns only twenty maybe thirty minutes away from Crossland. It's even chiller outside; I had to roll up the windows. The one day I don't wear a freaking hoodie. The temperature wants to drop, and then I have on ripped jeans. Ugh! Maybe this is a sign for me to go back.

There's no one on the roads; I thought Crossland was a small town, Ravenswood looks even smaller... emptier too. There's no one on the road or the sidewalks. It looks like a complete ghost town.

"Your destination is on your right." the GPS says.

I slow down the car and look to my right. Then back at the GPS, this can't be it. I look at the run down old building. I spot the sign Ravenswood High. I guess this is it. I turn my car into the lot; there are a few cars out here, one of them being Caleb's car. Okay, he's here; I'm glad I didn't drive all this way for nothing. I pull my car into an open space. I'll wait here until he gets out.

I quickly lock doors, just because this town is really giving me the creeps.

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My finger taps the steering wheel. It's been about an hour; they have to be finished now. I fidget in the smooth leather seats—my phone buzzes.