“You have a lot of guts dragging me out of my house on a Sunday morning” Samantha hissed, closing the car door behind her.
“I did what I had to” I said, drawing down my glasses and hoodie.
Besides, it was Twelve in the afternoon.
I wanted to smooth out all of these rough ends.
It took the grace of God for Zoey to give me Samantha’s phone number.
I had been obsessing over the fact that Otto had come to my home and I needed to be sure Samantha was behind it.
“Did what you had to? What if my father found you? You would have gotten into a lot of trouble” She scolded me.
“You never cared Sammy,” I snapped, glaring at her.
“So don’t pretend like any of this s.hit matters to you. Most especially after you ratted me out to your dad”
Samantha went pale.
I knew it.
“Why? I thought we ca
