Chapter 68: School Day

- Molly's POV-

I sat in the front seat of Scott's sports car and stared at the tiny receipt in my hands. It wasn't a terribly important one. Just a piece of paper proclaiming that Scott had bought himself a small coffee from a well-known fast food place at some point in the last week.

I had found it discarded on the front seat when I opened the door to slide in. I must have read every inch of it at least ten times without absorbing any information until the last few times of going over it. My mind raced through everything that could be said once Scott finally joined me in his car.

Would he talk about last night? Make up some lame excuse why he didn't say anything? Or would he just pretend like nothing had happened? There was also the need to consider what I wanted him to say. I couldn't say which one I wanted more.

I didn't know... if I was being honest with myself. Worse, I didn't know which scenario I was more afraid of.