I STILL HATE THIS STORY. AGAIN I WROTE IT IN 2015.
The uneasy feeling never left Bonnie's chest as Calum drove them from their school to the alley way. In fact,
it increased as she saw a boy with an odd feathered streak in his black hair, stepping out of a red jeep. He had a snake bite in his brow and way too many tattoos for Bonnie to count. Though one stuck out to her. It was seemingly new. It's black inked shape contrasting greatly with the boy's reddened skin. It was a symbol from a game that she had played in her free time called Final Fantasy. The tattoo meant home.
This made Bonnie feel a bit sad. Realizing she'd more than likely miss her mother. Her home. In spite of all of this Bonnie still felt she wanted to get away. Life was too short for her to stay in every night working on something that would in no way provide for her future. Not like this would.
She was interrupted from her thinking when Calum jutted an elbow into her side.
"And this, is Bonnie. The one who got us into this mess." He said.
"Ah. Why the need to runaway?"
Michael said eyeing Bonnie.
"Needed a change." Bonnie replied. She tried seeming tough even though she was slightly intimated. Along with his bad boy vibe, he was also extremely attractive.
"Alright, let's go!" Calum said snapping the two out of each other's trance.
