#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 I was with Tristan?/" I pretend to be taken aback.
She gives me that look that shouts seriously? .
/"Okay, fine. Tell you after school. We'll go grab a coffee./" I assure her.
/"Deal. And don't think I'll forget about it./" She narrows her eyes at me.
/"I know you won't./" I laugh.