Behind The Wheel

ii - The Girl In The Trunk

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" DEMI SCREAMS, her heart almost jump out of her chest because she totally wasn't suspecting this.

The girl, who laid inside the trunk, looks up at Demi from her phone, and takes off the oxygen mask from her face. She grins widely at Demi. "Hi! I'm Spencer! Your biggest fan!" The girl says and Demi stares at her, shock that a girl was hiding in her car.

"You've got to be fucking kidding with me." Demi says, and stares at the girl who just so happen to her fan. Demi all but wanted to make the girl leave, and that's exactly what she planned to do.

"I don't know who the hell you are, but you're leaving. Go home kid, you shouldn't be here." Demi says and steps back as the girl sits up and stretch her muscles.

"Can't now, we are already miles away from home. Brasília exactly. And besides, I don't have enough money for a plane ride home." She says and throws her leg over the car and gets out. She grins at Demi as she holds her hand out to her.

"Its nice to finally meet you, I'm a fan of your racing." She says and Demi just narrows her eyes at her. Demi shakes her head and shrugs off her backpack, she puts it in the trunk and starts to look through her bag.

"Look kid, you shouldn't be here, I'm gonna give you some money for a plane ride back home, I am so not going to jail for kidnapping and--wait a minute, how the hell do you survive a thirteen hour trip without dying?" Demi stops what she was doing and looks over at her.

Spencer points at the oxygen tank that was also in there. "I had a oxygen tank, duh. And no! I'm not leaving, you can't make me leave, I'm staying with you." Spencer says and Demi scoffs.

"Like hell you are. Listen, where are your parents? I bet they are worried right now. So here's about two hundred--" Demi was cut off as she takes out two hundred American dollars, and before she knew it, some bastard snatch the two hundred from her hand and start to run away.

"Wait, what?! Hey! What the fuck man?! That's my money!" Demi yells as she looks at the disappearing figure, mutter curses under her breath and turns to the smirking girl.

"Guess you're stuck with me now," And she wiggles her eyebrows at Demi. Demi scowls at her and leans against her car.

"How old are you?"

"15."

"What's your full name?"

"Spencer Carey."

"Where's your family?"

"They're away."

"Do they know you escape the country?"

"Nope."

"So you're alone?"

"No, I'm with you."

"Aren't you suppose to be in school?"

"No, I graduated high school at 14. I apply to Harvard but I turn it down,"

"Who the fuck turns down Harvard?"

"I did. I decided to take a year off of school and get a much needed vacation. A vacation and a adventure that I want to spend with you. I'm really smart, I have score a perfect 2400 on my SATs on mathematics, critical reading, and writing. I also passed high school with all As and am experience in engineering, mathematics and film. I'm going in law actually. What was your score on the SATs?"

"None of your business kid. And I don't care if you're smarter than me or Beethoven--"

"Actually you mean Albert Einstein, Beethoven is the one who is a composer and pianist. His best known compositions include--"