Excitement

thirteen

I yelped as he swerved off the side of the road like a maniac, making my body jerk into the passenger door.

"You should've been wearing your seatbelt."

"You're going to be wearing this seatbelt around your neck if you don't shut up and learn how to drive."

"Kinky." he smirked making me grit my teeth in frustration.

"I swear I will call the cops if you don't tell me where we're going."

"Oh no, I can't do that, it would ruin the surprise," he said looking out the large blue tinted dashboard window as he drove along the bumpy, tree surrounded trail we were going along.

I like how he just ignores the fact that I just threatened to alert the authorities.

"If your planning on ditching me here, you got a big storm coming, little boy."

"Little boy?" He let out a cocky snicker. "I'm twice your size, babe." I shivered at the way the word casually escaped his lips.

"Don't call me that." I tried to act disgusted, but failed miserably.

"Why not, Jasmine? Does it turn you on?" He joked, but in all honesty, it kinda did.

"Ha, that's funny."

"Is it?" he spoke deeply.

I peered over at him to see his expression and I saw nothing but a smug look, I wanted to say something witty back in response but I couldn't get any words to come out, so I just sat and quietly fiddled with a loose thread on my tattered, potato sack looking backpack.

"Why did you get quiet all of a sudden, hmm?"

"Aren't you happy that I finally stopped my blabbering, you've called me annoying more than seven times today."

"I should be, but surprisingly I'm not."

"That was a compliment, right?"

"Sure."

"Well, you smell good today."

"Are you saying that I stink every other day."

"Yeah, you normally smell like ass." I grinned.

"Get out." he huffed, softly stepping on the breaks.

When I turned to my window I saw nothing but long grass dancing in the wind, and a small wooden bench looking off towards the sun.

Did we seriously drive all this way just so we could sit on a bench in the middle of the fucking grass?

"What is this?" I tried to be calm but I literally wanted to put him into a choke hold.

"Nature."

He hopped out of the tuck suddenly making me fume, and almost causing me to crack my neck trying to step down from the tall truck so quickly.

"I'm being serious." I spoke, aggressively swinging my bag over my shoulder, before slamming the door behind me, then stomping over to the trunk where harry stood uniting a beige covering that covered a large object.

"Just chill, I'm not going to murder you or anything, it's personal, okay?"

I wanted to push him and tell him to take me back home, but another part of me was actually interested in what was going on, so I just nodded hesitantly and turned away from him not completely understanding why he wanted me of all people to join him on this 'personal' trip.

If it was so personal he would have done whatever he's planning on doing by himself; It's not like we're friends.

I shouldn't have done this, I really shouldn't have done this.

He's probably going to run me over repeatedly with his truck and roll my lifeless corpse into that covering and push me into a conveniently placed lake.

Abruptly, my ludicrous thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing sound and an exasperated grunt.

I turned around quickly making my hair whip onto my face.

"You alright?" My brows furrowed before looking down at a flustered Harry getting crushed a large machine.

"Um not really, I kinda almost died so I could use a hand." He struggled, trying to tug his bottom half from underneath the heavy object.

I was tempted to let him squirm and find a way to get out of this predicament himself, but that would be a major dick move and being a dick is Harry's job, so I trotted over to him and gripped onto a random metal bar and pulled with all my might.

Once the thing was finally removed from his presence I wiped my sweat with the sleeve off my sweater before he let out a sigh of relief.

"What is this thing and why did it try to murder you?" I spoke heavily, through pants.

"It's a go-cart, and... gravity." He told me, pushing himself off the ground and onto his feet.

"We're riding in that thing?" I spoke even though I already knew the answer.

"No, I just pulled it out so it could get a little fresh air." He stated.

"I didn't know that go-carts had lungs?" I gasped sarcastically.

"Duh, It's called common sense."

"Wow, I'm such a dummy," I laughed making him laugh as well.

"Well...you coming with?" He grunted as he squatted into the short go-cart.

"Um, no."

"Well then you came all this way for nothing," He looked up obviously trying to convince me to get in with him.

"No thanks, I actually don't feel like dying today." For once in my life.

"Don't die then," Harry sneered, making me sigh.

Excitement, right?

"Fine." I gulped sliding into the hard black leather seat next to his.

"Hold on." he smiled a mischievous smile before slamming his foot down on the gas petal.

I screeched at the top of my lungs as my body flew to the back of my seat with great force, grass whirled around us furiously, and my heart was about to drop down to my ass in fear.

Frantically I reached for something to hold onto and decided that one of the bars above me would have to do as I struggled to breath.

"Are you dead yet?" He yelled keeping his eyes focused on the 'path' we were traveling along as he held onto the steering wheel.

I screamed as we went over a rock making us tip to the side a little, my grip on the bar tighten.

"No, but I have a feeling I will be soon!" I yelled back to him louder making him laugh happily.

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this is kinda where the story starts to take off I guess????

I have no clue where I'm going with this story but I can tell it's going to be fun

Anyways hope you enjoy that pretty ass gif and yeah vote and stuff if you'd like