R I O N A

As I sat down in the driver's seat of my SUV, I couldn't still help but feel scared for those around me.

My phone which sat on the passengers seat came alive with a text and I picked it up.

An unsaved number that looked oddly familiar to me.

Are you busy? I want to come over.

Is this boy plain stupid? How has not realized that I don't want him around me?

Come over.

I hit send and threw the phone back on the passenger seat.

When I got home, I noticed a black convertible parked outside my house.

With a sigh, I used...