Ayla’s POV
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you there then,” I say as I rush out the door, keys in hand; I dash to my car.
As I pull out of my parking space, I see the triplets standing in the driveway, hands on their hips, watching me leave. Axel throws his hands up in the air.
“Crap! Were they expecting to ride with me? I thought.
Turning up my music, I let it blare out the speakers, windows down, trying to live my best life. Pushing the three-brand new distraction out of my head was more complicated than I thought.
Cranking the stereo up a few more notches, I belt the lyrics out in time to the music.
“WHOA, WE ARE HALF WAY THERE,” I sing along, not caring how awful I sound.
Within no time, I reached school—Yay for me, another day of this hell. I park up, grab my bag and run stra
