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9

Sophia’s POV

I got down from Jenny’s car and slammed the door shut before leaning down to the window level. “Thanks for the ride,” I told her with a grin.

“Whatever,” she answered with an eye roll. “Walk straight and don’t let your mom suspect anything. I swear I will tell her you sneaked out while I was asleep.”

I pouted. “So you’ll deny me?”

“Yes,” she said without mincing words.

“You still haven’t told me about what happened,” I reminded her.

“What happened when?” She asked with a raised brow. She started the engine of the car and I could tell she was ready to speed off once the conversation doesn’t suit her anymore.

“Yesterday night. With you and the guy you were dancing with,” I answered.

“Nothing happened,” she replied flatly. “And I’ll talk to you later. And oh, please keep the pills well. I will not tell your mother that I was the one who took you there.”

“And what will you tell her then?” I asked, raising a brow.

“That you’ve been following bad friends of course,” she shrug