BLAZE'S POV
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I reach for my car handle, tensing when I hear Monty's voice calling out my name, "Blaze, can I catch a ride with you?" he shouts over the lawn, and I roll my eyes, turning to look at him jogging over.
Monty's wearing a white shirt with his dark blue jeans, and I just stare until he stops in front of me.
"Why?" I ask blandly, and his eyes widen, offense written all over his face.
"I told my parents I'd meet them there...", "Then take your own car, I have errands to run." I deadpan and his eyes narrow as his brows furrow together.
"Alright," he takes a few steps back, then he smiles, "See you there," he waves goodbye and leaves.
I can't let him drive with me, because I have somewhere else to be first.
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Driving into the city was peaceful until all the traffic starte
