Focus On… II 28A

“He got eight different kinds.” Raina answered opening her chosen cup. “Sawyer, which flavor is this?”

The sound of her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “I don’t know. Is there a horror movie we can see? The night feels right.” He said with sudden creepy enthusiasm. And sat on the nearest chair, wiggling his fingers.

“That doesn’t make me want to watch one right now. Maybe tomorrow morning.” Tate stated, getting on his feet.

“Are you serious? You’re already scared?” Sawyer raised a brow.

“We’re literally four teenagers in a house with no-“

“Toby is upstairs.” Tom pointed out.

“I’m pretty sure he’d rather watch us die.” Raina said. “And he’s leaving in an hour I think. He’s taking the red eye.”

“Oh.” Sawyer didn’t know that. “Still.”

“Still? We could be killed. I don’t want to have to run upstairs only to die.” He took his ice cream.

Raina smirked. “Is escaping not on your mind?”

“Clearly not.” Sawyer chuckled.