AVA CLAYTON
I looked around, waiting for him to come back. He had been gone a couple of minutes, and I was wondering what he had forgotten. I tried to check the time, when I realized that I didn't have my phone on me. "Ah, s**t," I clicked my tongue, glancing around again. Should I go in and look for it? But what if he comes back right now? He'll just come in looking. I turned around to go inside, when an oddly familiar sound caught my ears. A light flashed onto me, and I froze, my heart stopping. Letting out a shaky breath, I turned around again, my gaze falling upon the car driving towards me. A gasp left my lips, and I dropped my clutch on the ground, covering my mouth with my hand.
It was my Dad's blue Mustang. For a second I doubted it was a copy, but it wasn't. The scratch on the
