Chapter Two: My Last Date

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"Who are you texting?" Jason asked

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"Who are you texting?" Jason asked.

"Riley. They called our parents and police." I told him. 

"Because we ditched?" 

"Sheriff Brand is asking for our location!" 

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"Sheriff Brand is asking for our location!" 

"Do we give it to him?"

"We have too." 

"Great! Our last date is ruined by the cops

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"Great! Our last date is ruined by the cops." I muttered. 

"It's a great conversation piece!" he laughed. 

"How are you not worried?" I asked. 

"I don't know. It could be worse." Sometimes, I couldn't stand my boyfriend's optimistic attitude. 

"Do you not get we're in trouble?" 

"I get it, but we're not now. We only have a few moments alone, before they come. Should we stop arguing?" I considered my boyfriend's logic. 

"You're right."

"I usually am." I laughed. A waiter came over and asked what we would like, I ordered French toast and Jason ordered poached eggs. 

"Will you call me everyday?" I asked. 

"You know it." he answered. We got our food fairly quickly, once we got it the cops showed up. The cop was middle aged and on the chubbier side. 

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