Abandoned House

He tugs me, and when I start to follow, he drops my wrist.

I jump in the back seat of the truck while Stone gets in the driver's seat and Haeden in the passenger. The leather on the seats are still intact, and the fabric for the roof is ripped off, revealing the metal ceiling.

"Is there a reason why you both are skipping too?" I ask, eyes stuck to the way Stone’s bruised knuckles tighten on the steering wheel.

I bet they would look so pretty around my throat.

He pulls out of the school's parking lot, taking a left instead of a right, in the direction of our houses.

"Does it fucking matter?" Stone asks with a shrug.

"I guess not." I frown, looking out the window. I debate whether or not to bring up that he's going the wrong way, but he knows that. "What about Kingston and Ivy?" I ask, noticing their absence.

"Kingston can't ditch as much as we can. His dad won't let him." Haeden chuckles, but it lacks any humor. He kicks his feet up on the dashboard and sparks up another rolled join