Chapter 2. You're Not My Sister.

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Addison's POV

Scarlett and I walk out of the school together.

"I can't believe it's finally Friday." I say excitedly.

"So you're grounded remember?" She asks rolling her eyes.

"Mom said she'd let me off the hook if I was good the rest of the week." I say smirking.

She laughs. "So you wanna come stay this weekend?" She asks.

"And what am I gonna do while your on your date?" I ask her.

"I won't be gone for that long." She says.

Truth is I'm not really sure I want to meet Scarlett's brother he sounds like an asshat.

"I'll pack a bag and trade my bike for my car." I tell her. 

She smiles and nods. "See ya soon." She says getting into her Hyundai Elantra.

We head off in different direction's I pull the bike out into traffic and head for home.

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I've got such a bad feeling about all of this. I head into Scarlett's house and her mom is sitting there in the living room talking with a friend.

"Hi Mary." I say to her. "Is Scarlett upstairs?" I ask her.

"Oh yes hon." She says nodding.

I bolt up the stairs and into Scarlett's room shutting the door.

"Hey." She smiles.

I arch an eyebrow at her.

"What?" She asks confused.

"Your brother isn't here yet?" I ask her.

She rolls her eyes. "I guess he is driving here, it'll be a while before he get's here." She says.

"Oh." I say.

I lay down on the bed beside her and my phone ring's. I mute it, I know exactly who it is and there's noway in hell I'm answering it.

"Who is it?" Scarlett asks.

"It's Gunner." I tell her irritably.

"Oh." She whispers.

"Wanna go get some coffee?" I ask her.

"Hell yeah." She says.

We jump off the bed and quickly bolt down the stairs, we decide to take my red Challenger.

She loves my car, I love my car too it was a sixteenth birthday present.

She loves my car, I love my car too it was a sixteenth birthday present

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When we reach the coffee shop it smells amazing in here.

"I love the smell." She whispers to me as we get in line I laugh and nod in agreement.

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