Chapter 27

One hour and fifteen minutes later, we stopped in the tourist area of the Princeton parking lot. They played the music for a long time and ignored my request to turn back, but now we have arrived, they all turned to me. "So, where does he live?" Santana asked. "If you listened to me an hour ago, you would know, I don't know." I frowned because the scope of my scan was half of me, I hope Harley didn't press the button suddenly popped up and half of me, hope he does. "Ask your mother," she replied. "I will not." "Come on, this is how we came," Samantha groaned. "Can we leave now?" "No, unless you get your prince," Kenya said. My prince, when I think of seeing him, my heart starts to beat wildly. What would he say if he saw it? Does he still want to see me? Probably not, I sighed. "Guys, let's "go," I begged once. It's worse to see him and let him reject me than not to see him. "No, give me your phone now," Santana said. "Why?" I asked, looking at her suspiciously. "Give it to me," she d