Shut Up and Drive

Chapter 1

This is a new story that i had an idea for. With the help of two online friends, i am making something that's been stuck in my head come to life. One of my online friends was the one that created the cover art for this book and has written in future chapters. The other one is the editor to make sure i keep this not only as real as possible but also making sure spelling is right and it all makes sense. I want to thank both of them for they're hard work and drive to make this story as real as possible. I hope you all enjoy since this is my first story based on drsmp characters. 

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At that moment, the only thing that seemed to be illuminating the street in such fog, was a few street lamps and the headlights from the car. Soft music played out of the speaker system, but George didn't seem to notice. The only sound he could hear was the loudness of his heart as it seemed to want to beat out of his chest, and the occasional movement from his counterparts gloves, rubbing against the steering wheel. Was this man he met not even a week ago leading him to his death? Was the man who was driving beside him, mask covering his entire face, plotting to dispose of him? Or was this just his inner consciousness worrying again? As these thoughts ran through the boy's head, the car jerked to the left before stopping. The mask that the male next to him wore seemed to rise almost as if he was smiling.

Lights flashed instantly on in front of them, illuminating the car they sat in while the sound of engines filled the air. The body next to him chuckled a bit at the sound and turned to the male

"Welcome to The Pit George'' he shouted, his eyes shining in the light.

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George jerked awake to his alarm that seemed to blare way too early in the morning. Groaning, George rolled over and grabbed his phone, swiping left to shut off the annoying alarm. He tossed his phone next to him onto the bed before running a hand over his face letting out an annoyed sigh. He really didn't wanna be awake, though when did he ever. Slowly he let himself come back to the land of the living and kicked his legs outta bed and sitting up.

His head hung low as the memories of last night flashed in his head. He had been out on the town in his little car, just taking a casual drive to not have to listen to his thoughts. He had taken his normal route, weaving through the city and out to the country roads, when a flash of orange from what George could only guess was a mustang by the way he heard the roar from the accelerator along with a red dodge charger which had seemed to take the lead after moving around Georges slow car. Not long behind was a purple motorcycle that easily kept pace. This had sparked something in George that he hadn't had in what felt like forever. His eyes had flashed to the rearview mirror to see if anyone else was coming before he sped after them. He had pushed his old car after the racers who seemed to be carelessly driving the roads when a stoplight had flashed red a few meters in front of him. All the nerves in him screamed for him to take the risk and cross that red line, begging for the adrenaline rush, but his feet slammed on the brake stopping what was creeping inside him. Making him lose the orange and red cars.

George shook his head at the memory and got up from the bed making it to his closet and opening it wide. He looked at the small amount of hangers before opting for a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his normal grey hoodie. He moved out of his room and over the bathroom. Tossing his clothes on the counter and turning to look in the mirror. A long thin scar could be seen moving down from the corner of his nose, across the right side of his mouth and stopping right at his chin. George stared at it for a moment, one of the many scars that wrecked his body, bad memories flashed like a slideshow as he stared at the mark. He quickly looked away and began with his daily routine, throwing on the clothes he chose, brushing his messy and tangled hair which he noticed needed to be cut soon. Brushing his teeth and finishing in time for his second alarm to go off. This one signaled he had 30 minutes to get to his first class.

Sighing, George looked once more in the mirror to see if he was presentable before going back to his room. Grabbing his bag and phone before quickly leaving. He walked down the hall from his room, looking around at the dump that he called a home. He made a mental note to clean up later that day before grabbing his keys on the key hook and moving out to the garage. George flipped the light on and pressed the button that opened the giant door that led into the small stuffy space.

His eyes scanned briefly over the two cars parked in the small space. One was covered in a sheet of plastic, to keep it hidden from view. Anyone who asked about the covered car when the garage sat open would get the excuse "it's my dads. He stores it here" before George would focus on working in the garage again. Such a lie but people understood. That car had so much power over his mind that he was kinda glad it sat in the farthest end of the garage. The second car, and smaller car, was an old Honda Civic Hatchback that he had bought a few years back. It worked from what he was trying to escape.

George walked down the two steps to the small honda civic and inserted the key on the driver's side. He opened the door, tossing his bag in the back and slid into the driver's seat. Twisting the key into ignition, he sat waiting for the a.c to kick in. looking to his left at the abandoned car. He hadn't thought about the thing in ages and even when he did, it brought pain to places that were forever scarred. To be honest, he missed the old days where he spent endless times driving through the winding streets of L.A. cops on his tail and leaving L.A. completely behind with those who dared to race him.

This caused anger to bubble in him and he quickly snapped his attention to his waiting car. He pulled the gear shift down into reverse and backed out of the garage. When he was a good distance away he hit a button that sat pinned against his sun visor which closed the garage door. He waited till the door was completely down, his eyes flashing around the space that once used to be filled with people, and music blaring before backing out and heading to his campus.