EMILY'S P.O.V.
I was waiting for Rose outside of her last class, a P.E. aid. I stood there for a few minutes and she still didn't come out. I saw Mr. Porter speed-walk out of the gym. He looked like he was in a rush. "Mr. Porter!" I said.
"Oh, Emily." He looked away from me impatiently. "What do you need?"
"Do you happen to know where Rose is? I know she had your class last, I was wondering if you saw her."
He started to urgently tap his foot. "Yeah, she left already. She had to be somewhere."
But where? Just then I got a text from Matthew, Rose's (and mine too I guess) butler.
Matthew: Rose has to stay after school, so I'll be just picking you up.
"Oh, ok. Thanks I guess. Have a nice night!" I waved. He just rolled his eyes and smiled a bit. Almost like he was saying no shit sherlock. He blasted past me, walking away faster than normal.
Emily: Oh, ok. What is she doing?
Matthew: Just some afterschool activity, I think it's for one of her classes.
Emily: Oh, ok. See ya.
I walked out to the pickup loop. I have to admit, Rose is insanely good at putting outfits together. I've got so many compliments! I saw Matthew pull up and I got into the front seat carefully. "Hey." I casually said. No answer, though.
After a few minutes I noticed we weren't going back to Rose's house. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to drive around for a while. I'll be picking Rose up at 5:45. There's no use in going home when we're just going to come back." He responded blankly.
"Well, what are we going to do then?"
"Drive around, maybe get you something to eat."
"Food sounds nice. Where are we going to eat?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"I want coffee."
He rolled his eyes snottily. "Ok."
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After I finished my large coffee I got from Dutch bros, it was already 5:26. Matthew and I were just sitting in the parking lot as I was drinking. Occasionally, someone would look at our car, but that's it. I broke the awkward silence after a while.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." He responded as he started to look through his phone.
"Why did you guys move here? I get it's a good area and all, but is there a specific reason?"
"You'll have to ask Rose that."
"Why? What do you mean by that?"
He shrugged. "She picked the house, not me."
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