ARIELLE REESE
I tapped the table, humming a low tune.
"This is fun." Scott snickered.
"Remind me why we're skipping school again?" I asked him.
"Because you get a chance to spend the day with me, princess." Scott replied. "Hold out your hand."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
I furrowed my eyebrows. What's he up to now?
"Okay, fine. But if you place anything that might get me screaming to Mars I’m shoving my foot down your throat." I threatened, putting my hand out.
"Really? You really think I’d do something like that?” Scott asked and placed a hand on his chest.
I gave him a look.
“Yeah, you know, maybe I had the idea of putting a scorpion on your hand or a small crab, but that doesn’t mean—“
"Just get on with it."
"Here." He laughed.
I looked at the piece of paper in my hand.
