“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Adam asked, adjusting the driver’s seat for him to get into the car.
“Just get on the road. We need to get to the designers”, Amanda whispered, as Adam sat there for a moment, staring at the tear traveling down her face. Not only has she not gotten away from the rumors in Bay’s Beach; this was happening on a much larger scale. Maybe she is a slut. Her heart is making her one.
“Spitfire; I need you to talk to me. What did Mr Sommerville say to you?” Adam asked again, turning on the ignition and pulling out of the driveway.
“Someone took a photo of us in the car at the mall. They sent it to the Gazette” she whispered, another tear trickling down her face.
“f**k me” Adam gasped, covering his mouth when he realized he swore in front of Libby.
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