news I had heard since waking up to this nightmare.
“So when are you going to blog your response to Hawkins’ comments?” Lizzie cut to the chase.
“I’m not.” I sighed and rolled over on my back to stare up at the ceiling of the van.
“What do you mean that you’re not ?” The smile quickly faded from her face.
“Rule number five, don’t get in so deep that you’re over your head.”
“English?” she asked.
“It’s not worth it.”
“You just made that up.” Lizzie turned away from me and silently sulked.
“Pretty much, but my point is this,” I explained. “The rules were created for a reason.”
“To keep everyone else out,” Lizzie muttered. “The way Jake did when he kicked you out of that party while filming it for YouTube.”
“You don’t have to shove it down her throat.” Riley glared over at Lizzie. “We were all there.”
“Yes, because of that,” I whispered to myself.
“It got a little over two thousand hits,” I said brightly. “That’s more than the entire enrollment of Preston High.”
“When are you going to get over that?” she asked me.
“It just happened.” I rolled my eyes at Lizzie. “So I’m sorry if I don’t want to be subjected to more public ridicule like what’s in this magazine.” I held it up and then tossed it back down.
“Last time I checked it was my name written in that article and I’m fine with it. Maybe I should be the one blogging from now on.” Lizzie shrugged. “It can’t be that difficult.”
“Fine by me.”
“Anyone need a rest room break? I have to stop to get gas,” Riley interrupted our fight. He pulled off at the next gas station and stopped by the pump. After we parked, Lizzie quickly exited the van. “I need some air,” she huffed before slamming the door shut.
After sliding back the side door, I dangled my legs over the side of the van. The humidity hit me in full force and I noticed that there was sand around the outskirts of the parking lot. We were near the ocean already? How long had I been sleeping? As if he could read my thoughts, Riley pulled a folded piece of paper from his back jeans pocket while he continued to pump gas. “Here, I know how much you like this part.”
Opening the paper up, I smiled up at him, knowing it was the MapQuest directions. “Where are we now?” I asked, looking down at it.
“We’re in Hampton, a little over thirty minutes out.”
“I’m just glad we’re as far away as possible from that parking lot.” I sighed, remembering last night’s scare.
“You said that you saw someone?”
“Yeah, well, not their face, just their silhouette through the curtain.”
“You’re bound to have the occasional crazy with the cities we visit. Not exactly the safest conditions to live out of a van. That’s if you didn’t have me around of course.” He smiled, pausing a second before he continued, “I know that Lizzie is going about it in all the wrong way, but did you read the article? Did you read what he called you?”
“You think that I should comment?” I started to consider the possibility.
“I wouldn’t let him get away with saying those things if it were me, if that’s what you’re asking.” He pulled out the gas nozzle. “Especially after the two of you agreed not to comment on each other anymore.” He turned back around. “It sounds like he’s testing you.”
Just then Lizzie came out of the convenience store like a speed walker while waving another magazine in her hand. “Just more of the interview.” She slapped a different magazine down on my lap. I looked down at the opened magazine, skimming through the rather painful article for any current news. “Hawkins tweeted, ‘I never intended to jolt her bones in any way.’”
“Okay, okay,” I said until I found it. “Hawkins said, ‘I actually feel bad for the girl. Hopefully she can get the help that she needs. Besides that, I would like to set the record straight. I think women
“So when are you going to blog your response to Hawkins’ comments?” Lizzie cut to the chase.
“I’m not.” I sighed and rolled over on my back to stare up at the ceiling of the van.
“What do you mean that you’re not ?” The smile quickly faded from her face.
“Rule number five, don’t get in so deep that you’re over your head.”
“English?” she asked.
“It’s not worth it.”
“You just made that up.” Lizzie turned away from me and silently sulked.
“Pretty much, but my point is this,” I explained. “The rules were created for a reason.”
“To keep everyone else out,” Lizzie muttered. “The way Jake did when he kicked you out of that party while filming it for YouTube.”
“You don’t have to shove it down her throat.” Riley glared over at Lizzie. “We were all there.”
“Yes, because of that,” I whispered to myself.
“It got a little over two thousand hits,” I said brightly. “That’s more than the entire enrollment of Preston High.”
“When are you going to get over that?” she asked me.
“It just happened.” I rolled my eyes at Lizzie. “So I’m sorry if I don’t want to be subjected to more public ridicule like what’s in this magazine.” I held it up and then tossed it back down.
“Last time I checked it was my name written in that article and I’m fine with it. Maybe I should be the one blogging from now on.” Lizzie shrugged. “It can’t be that difficult.”
“Fine by me.”
“Anyone need a rest room break? I have to stop to get gas,” Riley interrupted our fight. He pulled off at the next gas station and stopped by the pump. After we parked, Lizzie quickly exited the van. “I need some air,” she huffed before slamming the door shut.
After sliding back the side door, I dangled my legs over the side of the van. The humidity hit me in full force and I noticed that there was sand around the outskirts of the parking lot. We were near the ocean already? How long had I been sleeping? As if he could read my thoughts, Riley pulled a folded piece of paper from his back jeans pocket while he continued to pump gas. “Here, I know how much you like this part.”
Opening the paper up, I smiled up at him, knowing it was the MapQuest directions. “Where are we now?” I asked, looking down at it.
“We’re in Hampton, a little over thirty minutes out.”
“I’m just glad we’re as far away as possible from that parking lot.” I sighed, remembering last night’s scare.
“You said that you saw someone?”
“Yeah, well, not their face, just their silhouette through the curtain.”
“You’re bound to have the occasional crazy with the cities we visit. Not exactly the safest conditions to live out of a van. That’s if you didn’t have me around of course.” He smiled, pausing a second before he continued, “I know that Lizzie is going about it in all the wrong way, but did you read the article? Did you read what he called you?”
“You think that I should comment?” I started to consider the possibility.
“I wouldn’t let him get away with saying those things if it were me, if that’s what you’re asking.” He pulled out the gas nozzle. “Especially after the two of you agreed not to comment on each other anymore.” He turned back around. “It sounds like he’s testing you.”
Just then Lizzie came out of the convenience store like a speed walker while waving another magazine in her hand. “Just more of the interview.” She slapped a different magazine down on my lap. I looked down at the opened magazine, skimming through the rather painful article for any current news. “Hawkins tweeted, ‘I never intended to jolt her bones in any way.’”
“Okay, okay,” I said until I found it. “Hawkins said, ‘I actually feel bad for the girl. Hopefully she can get the help that she needs. Besides that, I would like to set the record straight. I think women
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