Dreamcatcher

Chapter Fifty-Two: Just Like Old Times

Meanwhile in the parking lot, Clark waited patiently by his sister's truck - it was found and towed. Out of his generosity, David paid off the warrant and bestowed the rights over to Clark. He had his earphones in his ears, blocking out any background noise while he bobbed his head up and down to Firewalk. He was anxious to get home and check the mailbox as he was yet to receive any letters from his girlfriend.

It wasn't until Clark noticed his friend walking towards the parking lot. He smiled to himself and patiently waited for her to approach him, only to find that someone was approaching her. A cross expression formed on Clark's face as he watched Nathan Prescott storm towards Max with grievous intent.

But Clark wasn't about to let that happen.

However, since he knew confronting Nathan in another fist-fight wasn't the best idea - due to not practicing enough lately - he thought of a better solution to escape the unstable jock jerk.

"... I know you like to take pictures, especially when you're hiding out in the bathrooms. You best tell me what you told the principal. Now."

"I told him the truth. A student had a gun."

"No, you told him I had a gun. That's why he dragged me into his office."

"And did what? Give you a stern lecture?"

"Nobody... nobody lectures me. Everybody tries though, they try..."

"You should talk to somebody, Nathan-"

"DO NOT ANALYSE ME! I pay people for that! Worry about yourself, Max Caulfield."

"Back off, Nathan!"

Aggressively, Nathan grabbed Max by the side of her neck and grabbed her right forearm and shook her slightly in order to provoke the intimidation and power he believed he held. After a few seconds, he let her go by pushing her away, causing her to lose her footing and trip over, landing on her butt.

"Nobody tells me what to do! Not my parents, not the principal, or that prick in the bathroom!"

"Stop that! Right now!"

The sound of a truck engine revving towards them drew Nathan's attention towards the oncoming vehicle. But just as he looked away from Max, the next thing he saw was a car door flying towards him.

"Oof!" Nathan grunted.

The impact of the door hitting him knocked Nathan off his feet. He flew onto his back, only just avoiding a serious head injury.

"Get in, Max! Come on! Shake a leg!" Clark ordered as he leaned across to open the passenger door.

Max didn't waste a second pulling herself up to her feet, scampering around to the passenger side and climbed in. As soon as the door was shut, Clark slammed his foot on the accelerator and swerved around Nathan Prescott and sped out of the parking lot.

An Elvis bobblehead was mounted on the dashboard, alongside a flask, some papers and pens and pencils. From the rear vision mirror was a cop badge chain, a feather and a skull. Besides that, the style of the inside of the truck was practically nothing contributed by Clark.

"You okay, Max? He didn't hurt you too much, did he?" Clark asked concerningly.

The brunette sighed and slouched in her seat.

"I'm alright. Thank you for coming to my rescue."

"Anytime."

"Man... Nathan Prescott is messed up. And dangerous. This day never ends..."

"How do you mean?" He asked curiously. Clark glanced over at Max every now and then when he could, when there was plenty of space between he and the oncoming traffic.