#Chapter42 Yes

"Hailey Taylor Prudence Matthews!" A familiar voice behind startles the poop out of me. I look behind and there stands Peyton giving me a death glare while standing akimbo. I'm not sure if her face is red because she's seething or because she's flustered from running.

"Morning to you too Peyton." I grin at her, then proceed to close my locker.

"Don't you 'morning' me. You weren't here yesterday, so you owe me an explanation." She points her index finger at me.

"Geez! It was just one day."

"Don't sass me young lady!" She says. "You have to explain where you and Tristan went."

"What makes you think...