Chapter 2
Bryce's POV
45 minutes pass and we're out the door. My blood-red heels click and clack as I inch towards the car. Donovan opens the door and I sit inside. The door closes and next thing I know he is in the driver's seat. We speed past building and building, picking up speed as we go. 10 minutes pass and we're at the designated spot for the meeting... but, I don't see anyone? "Who did you say we are meeting up with?" "I never stated that," Donovan replies. "We are five minutes early, they most likely will arrive soon, boss."
After the five minutes pass I hear someone walking closer and closer. I turn to face where the footsteps are and I see him; Bobby Worst. "No, I did not sign up to be here with this man. I demand that we go home, Donovan!" "Woah, woah, chillax. Take it easy, Miss America," Bobby calmly demands. "I don't listen to terrorists who have nothing better to do with their lives than ruin others!" Now slipping away from that meeting, I enter my car again and so does Donovan, back home we go.
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