Coming Back

Chapter 3 - Leaving Home

I'm packing my bag in a rush while Zack ran back up to his apartment. Apparently we need to get out of here and thats exactly what I plan on doing. Who were those guys? What did they want? How did Zack know they were here? This is all so confusing. I have never done anything remotely bad in my life (unless you consider skinny dipping in the public fountain with your best friend drunk bad). But anyways, I returned to my thoughts and running through my mind trying to come up with why they would be here.

Zack's arms sliding around my waist pull me out of my thoughts. "Ready to go yet?" He asked, concern crossing his face. "Ready to get off of me?" I can't help the sharp tone that comes out with my words. "Why so mean?" He asks.

Forget the fact that he just miraculously fell back into my life and expected it to all be okay. Or maybe the fact that he knew someone was here, yet he lives 3 floors above me, or the bullshit break up story between him and Brianna. It all seems a little... Unrealistic.

"Just forget about it let's go." I deadpan. He just shrugs his shoulder and leads the way to him 2014 jeep Sahara. It looks like he already has food, water, toiletries, clothes, and weapons packed in the back, neatly of course.

Where are we going? I think quietly to myself. "I'm taking you to a new friends lake house. We should be safe there." He says his blue eyes slightly shifting to the side so that he could see me. "I never asked." I said, crossing my arms. "Uh ya, you did about 5 seconds ago actually."
Shit. I hate it when I think out loud. "Uh sorry." I explain as I continue to chew on my nails.

We drive in silence for another hour. "How far away is his lake house?" I shift myself ever so slightly to the left so that I can see him but he notices. A smirk climbs its way onto his face, "about another 2 hours, then we should be there, at least that's what the GPS says."

"Whatever." I mumble as I lean my head against the window to sleep.

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" Brook. Brook." "What. For gods sake what?" And then I remember where I am. I shoot up and smash my head off the steering wheel. How the hell did I end up in his lap? "Before you ask me what the hell your doing in my lap I'll explain. You were talking in your sleep about how you wanted to, in nice terms, cuddle with me. Since I was driving I offered you my lap, and your sleeping self took it." He finishes with the biggest goofiest grin on his face I've ever seen. "Fucking asshole. Why wouldn't you push me off." By know I'm off of him and sitting as far away as possible. "Well what was I supposed to do? You were comfy." His smile growing even wider. "Screw you" I say and climb our of the car. But something inside me tells me, oh I will.