Runaway (slight BDSM)

Chapter Six: I think not!

The last chapter was a little sad. Writing that past memory of hers made me low-key tear up. I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter as well. Plus what do you think of Jack's name? I might change it, I'm not sure though. With that said what are we waiting for let's goooo!!!

Song: Big shot By: Billy Joel

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Sam and I visit more shops (Mostly because when there's something pretty Sam wants it). I look around. making sure that no one was following us and that we were safe.

"Why do you look so nervous, loosen up. He didn't recognize you." Sam tries to convince me but all I can do is give him a timid smile and keep look out. He sighs.

"I'm sorry I just, I just don't want any chances of him catching us. If he does then we could get arrested. We're spending stolen money after all," I explain lowly.

"I know but can you loosen up? You're always on the look out, on the run." He gently turns my face and tilts it up so we're eye to eye. "You're my best friend, it pains me to see every expression on your face but relaxation and pure joy. So please, relax and have a good time, if not for you then for me." He asks and I tear up, because of the sincerity and genuine kindness in his voice and eyes. It's been a long time, since someone has looked let alone talked to me that way.

"Alright," I smile slightly and he cheers. I can't help but laugh. Before I know it an hour has passed and finally we're making our way towards the exit.

"I'm so exhausted," Sam groans.

"That's because you wanted to buy everything within sight. Oh I never shopped so much and for so long in my entire life!" I sigh. "Your turn to call a cab."

"I know," Sam smiles and does just that.

"Next time, I'm giving you a budget," I murmur as we get in.

"There's going to be a next time?!" Sam squeals.

"No-no! Definitely not for a while. The rest of my savings is going to go into our savings jar," I reply and he nods.

"That's pretty reasonable." He murmurs and I laugh.

"Of course it is, you don't want to live in that community forever do you? Plus you still want to go to college right?" I ask.

"The fact that you know me so well scares me," he says and I smirk.

"I should be saying that to you." I reply.

"Touché," was his reply. Just as the cab pulls out Jack comes running up to the door.

"Oh shit!" I hiss. Sam looks over due to my cursing and sucks in a breath. It's as if in that said breath he was opening our door. Well the door on my side to be exact. Quickly I look down and begin to twiddle with my hands, acting as if I was shy.

"Ma'am you dropped this," he says softly and places the sweatshirt that I purchased earlier in my hands.

"Thank you," I reply softly.

"Anytime," he says. When I feel that he's still there, I look up slightly, still playing the shy act. Going as far as to making sure there's a slight blush on my cheeks.

"Yes?" I ask.

"You dropped this as well," he says and places the bracelet that I was looking at in my hand.

"I didn't-"

"Oh but you did. You also might want to check what's in that sweatshirt pocket." he says with a smile and before I could say anything else, he closes the door and the cab drives off. I let out a sigh of relief. Then I stiffen.

"What is it?" Sam asks.

"He was following us..." How else would he know I was the one who purchased this, anyone could've," I murmur.

"Maybe you're just not that good at spotting people," Sam points out.

"No, I'm a thief it's kind of hard to not be good at spotting-" I gasp as I remember seeing the guard from the other day multiple times out of the corner of my eye. I just chose to ignore him, seeing he was doing no harm. Which led me to forget about him. "How could I have been so stupid?" I whisper to myself.

"Relax, he didn't recognize you," Sam says for what seems like the hundredth time today.

"You got that right, if he did he wouldn't have been looking at me the way he was," I assure myself.

"Wish I caught his attention. It was I who winked at him after all. Then again you look sophisticatingly hot in that skirt and collared crop top. I don't blame the guy." Sam sighs and I chuckle.

"True. Put my hair in a neat bun, clean my face, colored eye contacts, some pearl earrings, nice clothes, and shoes. Put those together and you have a rich bitch." I say sassily and Sam laughs.

"True. You made both of us look like rich bitches. Did you notice the way people treated us? Man if I could live like that every day." He lets out a happy sigh.

"You used to, you know," I murmur. Sam sobers up real quick.

"I was a kid back then. It's different. You know that." He says coldly. Guilt immediately fills me.

"I know, I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I know you didn't mean it like that," he says and I nod.

"I didn't."

"Now, can we see what's in that sweatshirt pocket?" Sam asks changing the subject.

"Yeah, I almost forgot," I say as I put my hand in the pocket and pull out a piece of paper. Saw you and knew in that moment I had to see that beautiful face again. Don't be shy 😉 I expect a call soon. Ps. Tell your friend I said hi and that his wink didn't go unnoticed.

Underneath that was his number.

"Oh my gosh he noticed me," Sam cheers.

"Is that really all you got out of the note," I deadpan.

"No, I also got the fact that he has the hots for you!!! Well rich you." He says as the cab stops where we requested.

"Thank you." I thank the driver and pay him then get out, Sam following behind me.

"Well?" Sam says.

"Well what?" I ask.

"Are you going to call him?!" He asks.

"With what phone?! Sam like you said he likes the "rich" me the "sophisticated" looking me. Not what's underneath." I point out remembering his first reaction to me.

"Forget what I said, you know I say the most dumbest things. Like why did we have to ask the cab to drop us off by a whole three blocks." He whines and I snort.

"And I give you logical answers like, because if the driver saw where we actually live, he'd get suspicious. Plus just in case, Jack asks where we were dropped off..."

"I get it. Plus I'm the logical one in the group. You're the one who loves to be reckless." He comments.

"True. But all logic flies out the window when it comes to shopping," I chuckle and he rolls his eyes but I can see the playful smile on his face. When we get back we head to our own houses.

"Meet you at your place?" Sam asks.

"Yeah," I reply.

"Then we can give lil o'l Jacky poo a call," Sam cackles and runs away before I can say anything.

"Call him my ass," I grumble, looking down at the bracelet as I make my way into my house.

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And that's the end of chapter six.

What do you guys think?

I like the name Jack.

Until next time.