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⌜ chapter twelve ⌟


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Jason walks over to Hope in the school hallway, and she glances up at him. "You see Cory and Shawn in the cheerleader uniforms?" He asks, and the brunette nods.

"Mhm. And how is it living with the teacher and the newest member of the cheer squad?"

"Gonna be short lived. Turner had me call my dad to tell him what's going on, and he wants me to go and live with him." He tells her, and she turns to face him.

"You're leaving?" She asks, and he nods.

"And it's gonna be boring there too. Apparently my dad and John got into it again, Dad threatened to blast him full of buckshot — had the gun cocked and everything." He says, and she raises her eyebrows.

"Damn."

"How's life at the Matthews'?" Jason asks.

"Morgan has problems with personal space." She tells him. "Meaning she keeps touching my stomach. I have to remind myself that the Matthews are good people, and I can't smack her."

"I don't envy you there."

"When do you move?"

"Next week." He says, and she nods.

"Have we gotten past all of the small-talk now?" She asks, and he sighs.

"I don't know where she is, Hope. Alec showing up really caught her off guard, and that wasn't how she wanted things to go with Eric. She wanted to talk to him, explain why she just walked off the way that she did." He reminds her. "I've never really known her to be the type to bolt like this, and I have no idea where to look for her."

"Yeah, I know." Hope sighs. "So what do we do now?"

"We wait for her to come back."

"Any idea how long that'll be?" She asks, and he shakes his head.

"Hey, can I talk to you guys for a minute?" Eric gets their attention as he walks over them.

"Are we mad at him?" Hope whispers to Jason.

"What for?" The blue-eyed boy questions, his brow furrowed as he looks down at her.

"For breaking up with our best friend and breaking her heart."

"No. Nobody's mad at him."

"Fine. I have to pee." The brunette says, and then walks away from the two boys.

"Have you seen her?" Eric asks, and Jason shakes his head.

"She was gone by the time we got back to the motel, and all of her stuff was gone too. We don't know where she went." He tells him.

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