Chloe
Hand in hand we snuck out through the boys' locker room; I had been in this school for so long but I never knew of the hidden exit in this room.
In no time we were on the road to no where in particular.
“Where are we going?” I asked, adjusting the seat belt.
“I don't know, do you have anywhere you want to go?” he asked, his hands firmly on the steering wheel and his eyes focused on the road.
I smiled, “Of course I do, any ice cream shop will do,”
His mouth twitched, “Your obsession with ice cream is on a whole different level.”
“You’d bet. Mom promised to show me how to make my own ice cream so that I can make as much as I want.”
“Is it really worth the stress? Why learn how to make what you can easily get with your money.”
“It is worth it, trust me,” I replied with a short
