[Abbie’s POV]
I fall into step beside Rachel as we head out of the house. Sitting in the drive is a cherry red convertible, and I know immediately it belongs to Rachel. Frowning, I look from her to the car and back while wondering exactly why she even mentioned walking to school with me.
“I’ll be going this way then,” I announce, turning in the opposite direction of the vehicle. “See ya.”
“Wait!” Rachel gasps, grabbing my arm. “Why don’t you let me drive you?”
Why? Because I didn’t trust her any farther than I could throw her, but I don’t say that. Instead, I just smile and shake my head while politely pulling my arm free of her grasp.
“I prefer to walk,” I explain. “It’s great exercise.”
As I speak, the sound of a car approaching reaches me, and when I turn, my eyes grow wide.
No.
