Chapter 14

Chasity Dawson P.O.V

(Fifteen Minutes Later)

“Why did we go out to get milkshakes?” I asked, as we left the McDonald’s drive thru.

I took a small sip of my chocolate milkshake while Joe’s was still in the brown paper cup holder. He did not want to drink it while driving, even though it was not alcohol. We were on our way to the beach, and I am still sort of processing the fact that I snuck out at 10P.M while my mother was sleeping, to go out and get milkshakes with Joe and talk about whatever serious info he has yet to tell me.

“When I was younger, my dad would take me out to get milkshakes whenever I was sad or mad. He would park his truck at the beach and then pull the truck’