Ben
Maggie talked all the way home, of course, complaining. We finally made it to the house and something cool was in the driveway. A brand-new dark blue mustang was parked in the driveway. It’s a badass car and I wonder if it belongs to Chloé.
Maggie and I got out of my truck and walked over to the mustang and our friends got out of their cars and followed us.
“Damn, that’s a nice ride,” Andy said with admiration. “Who owns this pretty thing?”
“Oh, my goodness. It could be Maggie’s!” Becky squealed.
“You think?” Maggie asked.
“Yeah,” Allie assured her. “You have nothing, but good grades. You’re a good student and graduation is right around the corner. It could be yours.”
“You’re right. Let’s go inside.”
The girls rushed inside while the boys and I remained behind. I peered
