Carter Blake Baller's pov.
"Sayla, wake up. We are at your house," I say shaking her shoulder to wake her up. She smiles, wiping her eyes, and grabbing her bag. "Thanks for the ride. My car should be getting fixed soon." She says, slamming the door, and walking into her house.
I pull out of her driveway but halfway down the road my phone buzzes. I grab the phone, and click onto the notification that informs me that I have a message from Sayla.
SAYLA: Hey, do you mind coming to get me. My dad is a drunken mess and mom is at work. HELP!!
I turn around and pull right back into her driveway. She hops in and buckles up.
"Drive." Sayla commandes, I smile, and pull out into the road.
Author Notes: Part four, please tell me how it is....