Chapter 3
“Hey, Aerial, wait up!” a voice called behind me, as I walked out of the school after detention.
Turning around, I found Hayden jogging up behind me. He came to me in short breaths, as I crossed my arms. “Yes, Hayden?” I urged for him to speak.
“Do you want to come over to my friend’s house? A few of my other friends are going to be there, too.” He asked me, grinning.
I frowned, as my eyebrows knit together. “I just met you.”
Hayden shrugged. “I know. But, you seem interesting.”
I stared at the time on my phone, noticing that it was a little bit past four. My father won’t even be home until midnight- or maybe he won’t even come home, at all. He’s become such an workaholic, and stayed up most nights at the bar drinking to get his mind off of-
“So, are you in or not?” Hayden cut off my thoughts, giving me a curious smile.
I sighed, nodding with defeat. “I’ll come- on one condition.”
“What is that?” he asked.
“You aren’t allowed to do drugs.”
Hayden choked on his saliva, staring at me with disbelief. “What makes you think I do drugs?”
I rolled my eyes, poking my hand against his chest. “You’re a delinquent, aren’t you? And I’m pretty damn sure your friends are, too.”
Hayden groaned, smacking his palm against his forehead. “Aerial, just because we get into a few fights-“
I coughed, giving him a bland look.
“-a lot of fights, doesn’t mean we snort on cocaine during our spare time.”
I pursed my lips together, looking over to the side. “Okay. Maybe, I was a bit judgmental.” I admitted.
“Alright then.” Hayden nodded. “Let’s go. The guys are probably there already.”
*
“Hayden, who’s the chick?” one asked, eyeing me up in down.
I rolled my eyes at the douche, crossing my arms protectively. How could he check someone out when he didn’t even met them yet?
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Don't Give Up
Teen Fiction"I'm pregnant." and "I never cared." are two deadly sentences that Aerial Mason never wants anyone to say to her. So how ironic is it when those exact words are said by her best friend and the one she loves the most?
