Part of your game (Austin Mahone love story)

A new house, new school, new neighborhood. It's not so easy for Julia after her mom's death. She's forced to move to Texas taking care of her baby sister by herself at 17. At her new school is where she finds herself falling for a certain boy... Austin Carter Mahone.


46. ~Chapter 44~

~~After we are dropped off at home, Austin comes over after I check and make sure my dad isn't home. This isn't going to look good when my dad finds out about Austin being accused of murder. Even though he did it, my dad doesn't have to know that. We walk to my room in silence. I wait until we're in my room, after I've closed and locked the door to talk to him.
"Thank you" He says.
"For what?" I ask.
"Trying to help" He says.
I hit him with a pillow.
"Why'd you turn yourself in!?" I yell.
"Because if I killed him, I deserve the consequences!" He says.
"What do you mean if?" I ask.
He sighs.
"What happened that day Austin?" I ask.
"He- he wanted to talk to me before school so I followed him in my car to a fast food place... I had to use the bathroom... when I came back I took a sip of my drink and... I can't remember anything after that" He says.
"Where were Alex, Robert, and Zach?" I ask.
"In the car, they were waiting" He says.
"Did they see anyt- Austin!" I yell causing him to jump.
"What?" He asks.
"He drugged you!" I yell.
"Drugged me?" He asks.
"Yes! Like a date rape drug, he drugged you and then framed you!" I exclaim.
"But the other guys, they know I did it" He says.
"How?" I ask.
"They came in after a while and-" He pauses. "Wait, they drank from my cup, do you think they got drugged also!?" He asks.
"Probably!" I say.
"But how would he have died? Someone killed him, it was probably me" He says.
"No, it couldn't have been, you were unconscious" I say.
"What if he just got my drunk? Then I would have known exactly what I was doing" He says doubting my idea.
"I guess we'll see in two weeks" I say like the officer did earlier to me.
I hug him.
"Why didn't you just tell me before?" I ask.
"Because.. if you think i'm a murderer, you'd leave me" He says.
"But I know you're not" I say.
"We don't know that" He says and kisses me on my forehead before I fall asleep in his arms. We've been continuing this routine of him sneaking in and keeping me warm for about a week.

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