Chapter 36.
Jayden drummed his hands on the steering wheel as he blasted Green Day's 2004 album. Despite the chilly February weather, he had the windows rolled down, allowing the wind to whip my hair around. He sang along and bobbed his head, still managing to drive just as gracefully as always. His music preference was surprising, not exactly something I would listen to on a regular basis. Perhaps in my early teens, but not now. I didn't even listen to Avril anyone and she'd been my god when I was younger. The drive was short, yet it felt dreadfully long with Jayden's blasting music. As we turned onto a thin street full of medium-sized houses though, Jayden turned the music off completely. I had lived in the around the campus for over a year, still, I had no idea that just a few minutes away, there
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