It was Thursday afternoon the breeze was blowing cold on the back of my neck. The gravel on the road was hard under my black converse shoes. Everything was peaceful, only the birds in the trees were heard and the faint sound of music blaring from on oncoming car.
Looking around and walking across the road i notice part of the old fence has been ripped up and thrown into a near by cow paddock. I keep walking because its getting cold and there could be cows out due to know fence keeping them in. i hurry along the road trapped in my own thoughts until a car is idling beside me and rolling down the window. It was a red mustang, with a black line down the middle almost the same was my older brothers.
"Hey sleeping beauty" a farmilluar voice says, pricking my ears up, making me look at the driver. Mason White.
"Hey, is this your car and dont call me that" i say not looking at him. The cars engine rared and i take a step back.
"Nah, I stole it from the guy down the road" Mason chuckled. I looked up quickley, looking for the scratch on the left rim i made last summer on my brothers car. Luckily there was none.
"What are you doing stalking me" I asked confused and curious, to why he was driving next to me.
His eyes looked at me with amusement, like he new something I didn't. "What about our date"? He asked more like a question.
"Awhh what"? I felt like melting into the road. "Dylan wasn't actually serious about that" I said as more like a question.
"Well he gave me your address, so yepp, he is serious, now get in" he says reaching over to open the door for me.
"But I'm not even dressed" I suddenly feel self conscious at what I'm wearing. My light blue denim skinny jeans, plain white top and a floral scarf.
"You look fine" he says sounding bored of the conversation.
"Well I need to go home an get my purse" without thinking I got in his car, only now realising how cold I was standing outside.
"Whatever" was all he said before driving off.
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After Mason took me home to get my purse, we drove for about 20 minutes. And we are now standing outside the Mustang looking at this scrubby old rundown pub. The doors were an old musty red and the walls were cream with brown blotches on them.
"Umm, what are we doing here" I asked scared to even move, my heart was beating in my chest and my hands were shaking.
Mason was looking around like he was waiting for someone. His brown hair looked perfect, not a hair out of place. His soft tan skin shone in the moon light, his high cheek bones and sharp jaw bone almost looking perfect, like he walked out of a magazine photoshoot.
Mason ignored me once again. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was run for your life, but that would be rude since im on a 'date' like what the heck.
After about 20 minutes of nothing, Mason looks at me and walks over to a seat and i follow not wanting to be alone at this forbidden looking drinken pub.
"Stay here and dont move until i get back" he eyes scan me and then smirks. A few creases appear on his forehead as he's talking.
"Your not being serious are you" i ask, scared of the response, scared of being alone way out here at an unknown location. Why was i stupid enough to get in the car.
What was worse was he was walking away to his car, not even a glace over his shoulder. My heart is pumping a million miles an hour. Is he trying to kill me, i don't even no him, we were going on a date not a killing spree.
What on earth have i got myself into.
