52Bailey's pov
This was not how I imagined my Saturday morning to be like.
I expected to be chilling and watching a show. Maybe even visit Mira. Not this.
Kaleb and Stefan fighting? Did Kaleb go to Stefan's home to fight him? If so, why?
" What are you talking about Mira? Why are they fighting?" I rushed out, scanning around my room
for my shoes.
" I am not sure, Ryan didn't tell me. He just said I should go over there because they are still
arguing and Kaleb won't listen to him. Stefan's house is like a fifteen minute drive from here, I won't
get there soon enough. Can you, can you go please? You're closer."
Even though Mira and her brother do not get along as much, she still care for him. Which is why her
voice is so full of worry right now.
I nod instantly. " I will. I'll call you when I get there okay?"
" Thanks Bailey. I'm going to ask dad to drop me off." Her voice is now coating with relief and we
both bid our goodbyes, promising to meet at Stefan's.
As I placed my shoe on, my mind races with possible reasons on why the two were fighting, but
came up blank. They were close friends, and sure they argued occasionally but they never fought
physically.
Worried, I grabbed my phone tightly and rushed down the stairs. Dad's helping mom cook lunch and
I skidded to a stop before the kitchen. They both looked up when they heard me.Dad's brows furrowed in concern. " What's wrong?"
I laughed awkwardly. " I uh kind of forgot something in Stefan's car last night."
" Have him drop it off." Mom suggested as she sprinkled the cheese on top of the macaroni.
Lilian and Ricky had already gone to have the picnic in the park, accompanying the two is aunt
Rosalie and uncle Arden, Ricky's parents.
I looked at them nervously. I didn't want them to know that Stefan and Kaleb were currently fighting.
But I needed dad to drop me off.
" I'm also meeting Mira there," I bit my lip and quickly added. " For a group project. The three of us,
Stefan, Mira and me."
Dad's brows furrowed. " Why don't they just come over here?"
I pinched the ends of my shirt in frustration. I know it was one of those days they get to spend
together but a few minutes away wouldn't hurt.
" Dad please?" I pleaded, doing that puppy dog pouty face he could never resist. I learnt from mom.
With a deep sigh, he nod. " Okay," he reach for the kitchen towel to wipe his hands while leaning to