RACHEL
“What the heck are you doing here?” I asked Lance, who was now climbing up to my veranda.
“I’m worried about you,” he replied.
“Lance, this is not funny. I'm going to keep my distance and stop talking to you.” I told him.
“Sorry, I was just worried. You haven't been replying to my messages,” he said.
“I'm okay, my godfather's not a bad guy. So you don’t need to worry about me. Please, don't ever do this again.” I told him.
“I’m sorry, I know I scared you. I’m sorry, Rachel. I just wanted to check on you,” he said.
“Okay, but next time don’t do this. I also want to let you know that I'm not great at texting. So don't expect much from me. If you want us to be friends, don't do things like that. Go now, it's already late.” I told him.
“I’m sorry, Rachel. I promise I won’t do th
