Mia’s Point of View
“Mia, hurry up,” Sam pushed me. We were almost running from the corridor to the parking. It was nugget’s birthday, and Sam was the one arranging everything. Hence it was apparent she would mess up. So, we were still running around at the last moment.
“Mia, Sam, wait,” Jackson’s voice stopped us.
“Mia, don’t look back… keep walking,” Sam clenched on my hand, not moving her head.
“What? Jackson is calling us,” I replied.
“Guys!” Jackson yelled again.
“Sam, stop.” I freed my hand as I turned to see Jackson running towards us.
“Hey!” He stopped, panting. “I just wanted to check if you need anything for the party.”
“No, we don’t,” Sam asserted. I never heard her talking that rudely, especially with Jackson. Jackson looked at her blankly for a moment. Sadness spread
