"It'll be fine."

I'd said those words approximately three times since Charlie got into the passenger side. She settled into the leather seat and stared at me, her lips curved into a smirk.

"Oh, come on," she said, rolling her eyes. "This car won't get us very far and you know it. It has trouble even going up little hills. You should really get it checked."

"Stop your worrying." I smiled slightly. "You don't have to come if you don't want to."


I glanced at her. "Yes, Char?"

"Just drive. If we're late, Hansen is going to be pissed."

"Of course he is," I answered, and pulled away from the curb.


Hansen wasn't a teacher or any person of authority, but the last part of our trio. He slammed the back door and slid into the middle, putting his arms on both headrests and leaned forward. He grinned, trying to tame his unruly black hair, and his gray eyes fell on the box on Charlotte's lap.

He reached over to pick up a twinkie. "This won't last us the hour."

"That's because you'll wolf everything down in seconds!" Charlotte shouted, laughing. "Stop and let Parker pay attention to the road. I don't want to die before we get there."

Maybe you would have, Char, if you knew what was in store for you. But how could you? None of us knew. If we had, we never would have gotten in the car.

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