[Samara]
I sighed as I opened the door.
“Dylan, you can't come around here anymore,” I whispered as I stood in his way.
“Yeah, well, we have to talk,” he said as he pushed past me. I frowned as I closed the door and followed him inside. “Hey, Ben…”
“Oh…hey, Dylan,” Ben said as he eyed me curiously. I shrugged because what was I supposed to do?
“Can you get Heather and Wesley here? We need to talk, and this involves all of us,” Dylan said as he sat down on the couch. Ben hesitated and I continued to frown as I sat down next to him.
“What is this about?” I asked him, but Dylan didn’t even look at me. I could actually feel the distance between us and, almost immediately, I felt guilty. Was it my fault? Probably.
“Do it,” he said to Ben, who finally nodded as he grabbed his phone. We
