12.5 R.V.

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I walk down the road, I know that walking down the road at night in the dark is the most stupid decision anyone could make but I'm desperate.

Staying at Teddy's wasn't an option and getting a ride from Christian didn't work so now I'm left with walking.

There's no way in hell I'm calling my mother either.

Walking is good for the soul, or so I've heard.

The walk won't be great but it will be more bearable than that stupid party.

I mean come on. Anna Mosen, why her of all girls? He could have any other girl, even me for goodness sake but he went for Anna Mosen right after he kissed Celia Grace. He needs to get over himself.

I mean I do too but I tried to talk to Adrian but he won't even spare me seconds.

Maybe I just need to get over him.

Yeah, I can do that. Get over Adrian Stovak, the boy I've practically been in love with since I met him. Super easy.

I hear a car engine so I step closer to the guard rail and keep walking.

I'm still super pissed that Christian tried to pick me up drunk, I'm not that stupid.

I look right into the car lights only to realize that it's Christian's truck. Sighing I keep walking as he pulls up next to me going at a slow pace, "Come on R.V. I'm fine, see I even went back to pick you up. And you know your mom would kill me if she knew I let you walk home."

Ignoring him I keep walking.

He continues next to me, "I'm fine. I've yet to cause an accident or anything like that. Just get in the car and I'll take you home with no problems."

Nope. I continue to walk until he blows his horn and I jump. "Reeve Francesca Wilmot get in the damn car."

I shake my head and bite my lip. This is amusing now.

"I promise you I'm fine to drive. It's five minutes, no issues and I promise I'll make it up to you with ice cream tomorrow." Christian continues to plead with me.

The car comes to a stop and he's jumping out of the driver's seat making his way over to me, "I can walk, I can drive, I even remember your middle name so get in the car."

I stop five feet away from him, something about his tone lets me know that if I don't get in the car that something bad will happen. I gulp and look at the car then him.

Calling Christian was the worst thing I could ever do, I think as I climb into the truck and he slams the door behind me.





Calling Christian was the worst thing I could ever do, I think as I climb into the truck and he slams the door behind me

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