Page 136 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Guess they were keeping an eye on them after all.

“Garrett offered to give her a ride. Callie insisted she go with him.” I shrug.

“Then why not leave at the same time?”

“Am I not allowed to be here without her?” I cross my arms, raising a brow.

“No,” he growls low.

“Well, it’s a good thing you're not in charge of my life.” I huff.

“Watch it,” he warns. “You’re sounding too much like Callie.”

“And that's a bad thing?”

“You’re not Callie, you’re Nola. Act like it.”

“People grow up, Jasper. People change. I’m not the same girl I was in high school. Remember that.”

Turning around, I try not to run out of the house.

Holy shit, I can’t believe I talked to him like that! What a rush. God, that was amazing.

And I didn’t even stumble over my words. Not. At. All.

Am I a little disappointed my Halloween night isn’t ending in getting my hands bloody? Sure.

I’m still on cloud nine over the fact that I made all three of them jealous!

I don’t think anything could bring down the good buzz I have going on right now.

I’ve just left the party, heading down the road that leads to the main highway.

Whoever owns this house they live in the middle of nowhere. And the drive back is a little over an hour.

It’s late, but I don’t mind. Rolling down the window, I turn on my Ashnikko playlist and set it to shuffle.

“Fuck yeah.” I laugh whenFull Frontalstarts to play. I turn the volume all the way up as I start to dance in my seat.

With the wind blowing against my face and the music blasting, I jam out, loudly singing along.

Nothing puts me in a better mood than Ashnikko.

The road is long and dark, not a single streetlight in sight. Not really the safest if you ask me.

I don’t worry too much, the roads are dead with everyone still at the party.

The song ends, and another starts to play. “Yessss.” I grin whenChichinyastarts to play. This song always puts me in a stabby mood.

As I’m rounding the corner, screaming out the lyrics, I spot something on the side of the road off into the distance.

Singing along, I narrow my eyes, trying to see what it is.

It’s a person. Why the hell would someone be walking on the side of the road this late? Don’t they know how dangerous that is? I’ve heard of so many people getting hit by cars out here.

“Wait a minute.” My brows furrow.

The person looks over, shielding their eyes from my beams.