Mini Foley- Back- book2

26. What I needed to say

I woke up and smiled, stretching up. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked over at Monty, sound asleep next to me. I kissed his shoulder before being rudely interrupted by my house phone. I walked over to my tiny kitchen counter, picking up the phone to sleepily answer "Hello?"

"Hello, Miss Foley. It's Sherif Diaz from the station. I'm just calling to go over a few things." He greeted, me groaning and rolling my eyes. "Sure, whats up?" I asked, putting the kettle on and sitting on my couch. The light from outside blinded me. "Well, we know you sent Clay Jensen a few texts the night of homecomming and we would love to go over that." He explained.

I raised my eyebrows. With Clay as their main person of Interest, it was only a matter of time of course before they had his phone. Clearly they were further ahead than I'd thought.

"I'd like to know what 'Clay, I hope you know I'll always protect your secrets no matter what' means." He questioned. My heart raced. "I...I was drunk and I was just texting random shit to people." I told him, clearing my throat.

"That would explain it. But a few days ago you sent him this text 'Don't be stupid, it couldn't have been Monty. Stop trying to frame him'." He continued. I groaned louder and had to take a moment to calm myself down.

"He was just pissing me off, I get angry and do dumb shit. He was trying to frame my boyf- ex boyfriend." I hesitated. He didn't seem pleased with the answer but normally the truth isn't very exciting. We ended the call and I walked to the kettle, putting the phone down and pouring myself some coffee.

"Make that two, please." I heard from behind me as a sleepy Montgomery dragged his feet to the bathroom. I'd woken up early, now being able to get sorted and wake up properly.

I dressed myself quickly in a large shirt and jeans, wearing my usual worn out shoes on my feet. I wasn't hungry so I didn't bother eating this morning.

Monty made his way slowly out of the bathroom, wearing only boxers and a watch on his wrist. I wasn't sure if he could actually read the time but I appreciated the effort he put into it. "How are you already dressed?" He asked, kissing my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight "Because I just am. You need to get dressed too." I replied.

He yawned, scratching his head and walking to my room to collect his clothes.
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Flashback

I sat down, cheering the team on as they came out and booing the Hilcrest dummies. I spotted Bryce in his new ugly purple football gear. I had no idea he was playing today but I did know that he had bad blood with a few of the players. Especially my brother.

As the game started, I smiled widely and watched them all play. Monty was in his element, Zach's coaching skills were paying off and Justin sat eager to play at the side. I wasn't a big football fan, but, I loved our football. School spirit and pride weren't my things either, so this really was a one time experience.

"You watch football a lot?" Caleb asked, returning to us with many hotdogs. My eyes widened, taking one that he offered to me. "Not really, I just like to support my brother." I answered, hotdog in my mouth.

"I thought you didn't like all this 'stupid Highschool stuff'?" I quoted Tony, who was here to my surprise. He shook his head "I was forced." He sighed, notioning to Caleb.

"I like football but I love embarrassing Tony." Caleb corrected, making me laugh a little. Our team scored a point and I leapt up, screaming and whooping like an idiot.
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Present

I was sat with Tyler, our free periods had synced up so we'd just decided to keep eachother company. I liked Tyler because we didn't even have to speak for us to be friends. We could just sit across from eachother and both enjoy a different book or catch up on some homework together. On rare occasions though, we'd actually have a nice conversation and laugh a lot.