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Janélle Marié Murdock is sent from her home in New York to live with her father in Chica...
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LINCOLN PARK, CHICAGO
4: 26 PM, TUESDAY
|| JANÈLLE MARIÈ MURDOCK ||
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The car ride was silent, my phone was currently dry but I kept scrolling through my apps as if it was the most interesting thing ever.
I heard him chuckle lowly, "what?" I asked him. "How you know I was laughing at you?" He asked with his infamous scowl, I shrugged "I don't know, that's why I'm asking" I spoke.
He looked away from me not saying anything, it was awkward again. I didn't feel comfortable sitting in this car alone with Santana, he made me feel nervous.
I cleared my throat a little, "your car is nice" I spoke looking at him then looking away, "Appreciate it," he responded.
I turned my lips to the side, he looked over at me"you wanna eat before or after we get there?", "after" I replied and he nodded in response.
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The car began to slow down as I looked over at Santana, "are we here?" I questioned. He licked his lips before nodding as he parked his car.
"Stay there," he told me as he opened the car door, I looked at him in confusion until he came to my side and opened my door.
"Oh thank you," I said slightly shocked at his gesture, he nodded his head at me.
Helping me out of the car he began to lead me to where the shooting range was, "are you sure we are in the right place?" I asked looking at the setting we were in.
