Her saving Grace

Chapter 15

“Hey! You just can’t resist milkshake.” Jordan exclaimed, shoving Michael.

“And what are you guys doing on the street this late?” I asked, then shook my head. “You know what? I don’t want to know.”

“Do you want to know?” Jordan asked, wriggling his eyebrows in mischief.

“As I said before, no. Forget I asked.” I said, then take up the tray from the table where I had rest it. “Now, if you boys excuse me, I have to get home.”

“How about you come with us?” Jordan suggested, before I could turn away. “Are you crazy, Jordan? I have to get home.” I said, shaking my head.

Jordan looked at me in surprise. “Wait, how did you know it was me? People can never tell us apart.” He stated in a shock voice.

He was right. He and his brother were very identical and people would have a hard time figuring out who was who. They would sometimes trick people and had fun doing it. For some reason, though, I could always tell them apart. I guess I was observant and keen on details. “I’m just observant.” Was my only response. “Anyway, I can’t go.” I added.

“Come on. We will give you a ride home after.” Michael put in. “It’s dark out and we are in a very bad neighbourhood.”

them. All I know is that they are bad boys and that trouble follow them everywhere

for a few more seconds before I gave in. “Fine,” I said. “I hope you won’t bring

before smirking at me. “Now, why would we do that?” Jordan

• I looked at both of them suspiciously. By the look in their eyes, I knew they were hiding something from me, but I went anyway. I went back around to the back of the cafe to change my clothes and clock out. I passed by Miranda’s office when I was leaving to say goodbye.

again for coming in such short notice.” She called

back out to the front where the boys were

alleyway. I stopped in my tracks. “Where

okay. You’re with

an old abandoned building at the end. Michael pulled open the metal door and it

inside of the building looked much better. Michael and Jordan led me down a hallway and to another door. They

the room. A person was currently punching the bag. I focused my eyes on the person and realized that it’s Carson. Jayden sat on a bench with

without turning around. He was busy throwing punch after punch at the bag. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and sweat glistened off his back. I couldn’t take my eyes

in his seat when he saw me. He lifted one of his eyebrow to Michael and his

“Of course you wou-” he began and then his eyes flicked to me standing

into her when we went to get the drinks and offered to give her a