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Around 5 p.m. the next day, you ran downstairs to meet L. Joe. He was going to pick you up in front of the house.

“Where are you going?” Your stepmom raised an eyebrow.

“Out with my friend.” You replied.

“That’s cute. You have friends.” She laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “Good-bye.”

“Hold it.” Your stepmom called. You turned around.

“Did you finish cleaning the fridge?” She asked. You nodded.

“The laundry?” She asked. You nodded again.

“Vacuuming? Dusting? Bathroom cleaning?” Your stepmom pelted. “Yes-“ You stopped and blinked in thought *Oh wait.* Your stomach sank.

She smirked, “Go do it right now.”

“But my friend is already waiting for me.” You bit your lip.

“Too bad. It’s your fault for being so lazy. Go do it. NOW.” She narrowed her eyes at you.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed. “You done yet? I’m here. –L. Joe.” “Sorry, stepmom! I gotta go! I’ll do it when I come back!” “YAH-“ She yelled but you had already raced out. You sighed in relief and hopped out of the gates.

“Oof!” You ran into a leather jacket and looked up.

L. Joe was standing there with a motorcycle behind him. Your eyes widened, “Don’t tell me…we’re riding that?” L. Joe smirked and smoothed the seat, “Say hello to my baby.”

“Goodbye, baby.” You turned to go back in but he grabbed your waist, “What’