I knew I was risking it by sitting down on a bench outside the supermarket, writing in my journal. someone could see me, who I haven't seen in years mainly because of Dallon. Dallon could hurt me for being late, but to be honest he keeps leaving whenever I go, so I wouldn't be surprised if he isn't home.
my phone started ringing, so I picked it up with shaky hands.
"Hello-"
"Get y-your fucking ass here now, Brandon. I need my fucking beers". And he hung up. I was upset, and not only because he didn't even say my name correctly. But I knew I should get home straight away, so I stood up and did just that.
// shit guys he forgot his journal and left it on the bench o no!! ryan's pov will be for the next few chapters btw, also sorry this is very short