Worlds Away

CHAPTER THREE

hello! yes, I'm back after a long, long time becaUSe of the hell-hole aptly entitled, 'school'. And decided to update, of course, because I miss you guys! *cue a  slightly creepy smile* Hopefully, this update is alright; will work on better and longer and more action-packed chapters in the future~

CHAPTER THREE

"W-where are we?" I croak out, aware but not caring about my car-seat hair and sleepy breath. The space I'm curled up in feels much more cramped than it did before I went to sleep ... gee, I should never fall asleep in stranger's cars.

Of course, it isn't a stranger's car, it's my brother's and mine and Lucas Simpson's car. That name sounds vaguely familiar and I bolt up, and look at the person driving.

"We're where your brother wanted us to go", he answers simply, and I glare at him. "Why is the inside of the hippy van different than it was before?" My voice lilts up in a shriek as I realize that the hated hippy van is gone and I'm lying on buttery leather instead — from the rich interior, I can guess that this is a pretty sweet ride.

"Where'd you get this? Did you steal this? Did you carry me into the backseat?" I'm tugging at the ends of my hair now, nostrils flaring. I'm more concerned about the second question than the other two, and he holds a hand up before I can start pestering him again.

"Both  hands on the wheel!" I screech at him, and he snaps back in a second. 

"Okay, Miss Uptight, what do you think happened?" His slim fingers rustle around in the glove compartment for a moment, and they come out grasping a packet of mints. I narrow my eyes -- drugs to knock me out with. Not plain ol' breath-fresheners.

"You're a freaking shady man who stole this nice but freakishly expensive-feeling car and shoved me in the backseat and I'm about to be human trafficked?!" I blurt out. He pops the mint in his mouth. I immediately feel ashamed and slump back into the seat.

"Obviously not." His response is short and brisk, with a tinge of annoyance. I feel the urge to hold my hands up in a 'I'm not going to hurt you' position, before I realize that he's the one that's about to sell me off.

"Are we crossing the borders? Where's Mexico?" I spit out, craning my neck to see out the window. My luggage is stashed awkwardly to the side and when I try to sit up, the sole of my foot slams against a cool, metal surface.

"Ow", I hiss, arching my back painfully. From my peripheral vision, I see Lucas snickering away in the front seat. I attempt to get up again, carefully arranging my limbs properly this time. Then, I proceed to pummel the back of his seat with my fists.

"Watch it!"

"You're the one kidnapping me", I retort, and return to my fetal position, crossing my arms tightly.

"Who'd want to kidnap you?"

"What?!" I bellow. "Please, I am very valuable — "

"Yeah, but a hippy van is more valuable. More specifically, the hippy van we were previously in. Much more useful. And that's saying something." His stupid cockiness is oozing out of every word and I turn my mega-death-glare onto him. My fingers itch to scratch his head and rip out all that nicely styled hair, but then I realize that I don't want to die today.