#Chapter10

- Sammy

*Claire’s Point of View*

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My right cheek still stings from her slap. Damn, being a cheerleader really helped her to be so strong. And thank goodness that she is not a volleyball player.

As I was about to put on my helmet, I heard someone scream for help. And there's no doubt that it's Sammy's voice. Well, I just loved to call her that.

Then I hurried to where the voice came from, and it was near a tree at the club's parking space where a blue old pick-up truck was parked. What is she doing out here?

I just knew that it's her voice, and...