Hale handed me my mother's car keys after he spoke, causing me to nod in understanding. I had disappointed him, and that was something that didn't sit well with me.
Gritting my teeth, I turned and made my way to my mother's car sitting at the end of the driveway. I didn't mind driving her vehicle. She had a beautiful Lexus and it was better than having to walk or have one of my parents drop me off.
Putting the car into drive, I backed out of the driveway and started heading down the road. Everything that had been going on was complete bullshit and I was sick and tired of my sister going at it with me as if she had some type of objective to win.
Everything was perfect at one point in time and then it seemed like a few years ago she changed her personality and became this rebellious bitch who solely sought to make my life a living hell.
We were supposed to be close. She was my fucking twin. Yet, it didn't matter what I said or did, she never had my back. I tried so many times to help her and all she did was turn her aggression and anger towards me.
Maybe she was jealous of me, who knows.
The moment I pulled into the school parking lot, I saw Ashley standing there. She knew my mother's vehicle and, with a furrowing brow of confusion, she walked towards the car as soon as I stepped out. "Where's your truck?"
"In the shop," I replied flatly, deciding not to tell her the truth. It was honestly none of her business and I was in a bad mood. The last thing I even wanted to do was speak to her.
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