Influence (GirlXGirl)

Chapter 27: The Drama

I was driving enough to escape from capo and his men at the speed limit. We're not going back to the dorm because I think the frat house is always alive with people, and they can look after us. After all, most of the guys in the frat house are Mason's group.

"Simon, meet us at the frat house," Stephanie said to the phone as she called Simon to meet us, "what do you mean no? Just get your ass in the frat house because that's the least you can do for us!" She yelled and turned off her phone.

"It's alright, Steph," I told her and grabbed her hand. She took a deep breath and held it back. I understand her emotion at the moment. I would also yell at Simon if he didn't want to meet us after we almost got caught by the capo.

If you're asking, how did we escape? Hmm, good question. Since we were worried that they might still be inside the building, we ran by jumping through the window. That's right. We jumped from the third floor to the ground. Stephanie gave us another luck because, underneath the window, there's a bush. I got injured a little when I landed on the bushes, but hey, I'm still alive.

At first, it was hard to convince Stephanie to jump, but, in the end, she jumped, and I caught her.

The clock struck seven pm when we arrived at the frat house. I parked the car two blocks away from the house, and as I entered the place, I called Mason's name, "Mason!"

"What? No need to scream, dude," Mason popped his head from the second floor and walked down, "do I owe you a favor?"

"Can you please ask your dad to guard José's room?" I asked Mason.

"Why?" Mason asked back.

"Why?" Stephanie repeated Mason's question in mocking. She stepped forward and lifted her finger in a threatening way, "Why? Are you seriously asking why? Your father is a police officer and reminds you that José escaped from his kidnappers and was tortured for months. You're still asking why you should ask your father for protection?"

Mason held his hands up, "Geez, I was kidding. I'll call my dad right away," Mason went up to the stairs and called his dad.

I rubbed Stephanie's back to calm her down, "Gosh, experience life and death make me cranky. Let's treat your wound while we wait for Simon," she took my hand to the bathroom.

I want to complain, but I don't want to get on her bad side because I know how angry she gets when she's cranky.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub while she grabbed an aid kit. She took an alcohol cloth, and I winced when she started rubbing it on my scar. "Don't be a baby. Suck it up."

She closed the toilet seat and sat on it to my level while rubbing the alcohol. The wound I got quite a lot. There's one on my cheek, my arm, and my neck.

Then the sudden realization came when I realized that it was just the two of us. The vibe was different compared to the bathroom hospital. I was too scared to get flustered when I hugged her for protection.

"Sorry," Stephanie apologized of a sudden.

"For what?" I asked her.

"For being scared?" She answered, "I think I should have handled it better, you know?"

I smiled and grasped her shoulders, "Stephanie, did you think I wasn't scared back then?" she shook her head, "Honestly, I was scared. I thought it was the end game of my life."

"You didn't look like it," she said as she put on an antibiotics ointment.

"Trust me. I was," I replied.

Stephanie looked up to the ceiling and suddenly chuckled. Looked like she was thinking about something, "Remember when we went to a haunted house back in our hometown?"