Part 47

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~Samanthas POV~

H: I know why Payton didn't come... you need to help him...

Huh?

S: what do you mean

H: whenever Payton leaves me like this, he's doing something really bad. I never know what it is because he hides it from me but I do know it's really affecting him.

S: I don't understand

H: you will once we get home... wait how did you get here? Did you get your car back?

S: nah I got a ride from a friend. He's actually waiting outside for us.

H: he?

S: mhm

I picked her up before walking out of this dumb ass school. Once I got to the car I placed her down in the back seat before going to the passengers.

Q: everything good?

S: yeah can you drop us off at my house?

Q: yeah I got you.

H: who are you?

S: you guys haven't met before?

Q: nah. My names Quintons by the way. I'm Samanthas and Payton's friend.

H: oh ok! My name is Hailey!

The three of continued to talk through the rest of the ride. Once we got to the house, Hailey ran out and waited in front of the house door. I was still in the car

S: again, thank you so much for helping me out. I owe you one

Q: can we fuck?

THE HELL

S: what?

Q: I'm playing, but it was no problem. Can you just make sure Payton is alright?

S: yeah of course

Q: ok thanks. I'll see you later

S: yep, bye!

With that being said, I got out of the car before Quinton drove off. I walked up to the door and stopped in front of Hailey because she was just starring at me.

S: what?

H: prepare yourself. I don't even know what's going to happen in there

S: nothing is going to happen, stop freaking out

I looked behind me and saw Payton's car down the street. Oh so he is home, and he really forgot. How nice.

S: let's just go in

I grabbed my keys from out of my bag and unlocked the door. Once I did, the both of us walked in and I closed the door behind me. We didn't go further then the entrance because... everything looks the same

S: see I told you nothing was going to ha-

P: WHO THE HELL IS HERE

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