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I carefully drove Bryson’s Camaro to Isha’s house. No way was I getting into any type of accident in this car. I could tell by the reaction of Bryce that Bryson offering his car wasn’t something that was common.
I pulled up to Isha’s, Dawson’s, Mic’s, Fords, and Davis’ house. I stepped out of the pretty black car and grabbed a tote bag with two small plastic soup containers in it. The soups should be cool enough by now, I thought as I opened the front door. I had texted Dawson to let him know I was on my way. I did not want to walk in on Dawson railing Isha from behind, bent over a couch like the first time I walked in on them at the old house. That image was seared into my brain, and sometimes I wished I could take a hot poker to my eyes and get the image out.
“Heeeey,” I cal
