The Heartbreaking Agreement

Chapter IV

After we got out from the dorm building he took me to his car, or maybe I should say his "friend's car". I knew he didn't have one. He took care of his motorcycle like it was his baby. Cars were too big for him to handle.

The old red Mitsubishi was smelly and dirty. A month old McDonald's boxes were everywhere and I was surprise he didn't have any bugs here.

"You really know how to treat a lady" I said with sarcasm, after noticing a used condom next to my shoe.

Jerome looked at it from the corner of his eye and shook his head.

"That lazy son of a-"

"Beach?"

Jerome took his eyes from the road and looked at me for a second. He had a little laugh attack. It was something interesting to listen to. I saw him smiling at Zebra Boy when he was telling him something probably stupid and not so funny. His laugh was deep, kinda sexy.

"You don't swear?" he asked me with a silly smile on his face, eyes back on the road.

I snorted, looking at the window.

"I do."

And I really did, but only when I felt like I need to. I never used it in a conversation with a friend or Jerome. When I'm mad, stressed I turn into she-demon.

"Oh yeah? What do you usually say then?" He pushed, but I didn't answer. We heard a police sirens, bright lights blinding us for a moment. Although I could still see the look on Jerome's face. He was calm, his face stable like it was made of rock, but I knew he was nervous. His fingers were jumping on the leather wheel lightly in some unknown to me beat.

He slowed down and moved a little to the right, not sure if he should stop or not. But the police car passed us in just a half of second, blinding us with its light, trying to catch someone far at the front of the road.

Jerome let a deep sigh from his lips. He went faster more confidant, back to being himself.

At that moment I was sure I was sitting in the same car full of fast food leftovers and used condoms with a criminal. Okay, yes, maybe he was afraid of a black and white car for another reason, but knowing Jerome he must had someone's blood on his hands.

I wasn't sure what was better: sit quietly and do nothing so he can easily kill me or I can jump from the car which probably will lead to few broken bones and lost of dignity.

Before I could even decide what should I do Jerome found a place to park, pretty close to big golden The King's entrance where a big bold guy was standing at the front. He wore only black cloths and he had tiny sunglasses on his wide nose. He was very muscular, scary in some way. He probably could nock out most of men I know with just one hit.

This guy made it seem like it was some strip club and not bowling court.

And yet, Jerome easily approached him. I walked by his side, but let him do the talking apart. Although, I think it would be better if I started the conversation.