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27 | Close Calls

Phoebe’s POV

“Stop that” Blaze snaps at me with a pointed annoyed look in my direction, putting a hand on top of my knee. It is when I realize that I’ve been constantly jerking my leg up and down nervously.

“Um, sorry” I mutter out my apology and start toying with the wrist band of my watch as I gaze at the streetlamps that we zoom past by. The roads aren’t that crowded, unfortunately.

The less the traffic, the soon we reach his parents’ mansion.

Fuck

“I don’t understand. Why are you so tensed?” He asks with vague frustration lacing his voice and I avoid the urge to throw something at him.

Meds, I need my meds.

I fumble inside my purse for the yellow striped container that I keep with me for emergencies and answer Blaze, “Imagine this - You’re meeting my parents and they d

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