Chapter Six: Steak Out/Make Out
3:07 p.m. Friday, August 8th
"Pass me another marshmallow?" I whispered. Steven sighed in an irritated way but dug into the little plastic bag, nonetheless.
With an eyeroll he passed over two of them. Without hesitation, I shoved them into my mouth and ate them as fast as I could. I couldn't help but feel hungry. I had a pretty fast metabolism, and tend to eat about every two to three hours. It wasn't ever a full meal or anything, just snacks. Enough to keep me satisfied.
Steven crouched down even further behind the dumpster as I internally mocked him. He was taking this whole 'illegal' thing way too seriously.
Okay, maybe that was a lie. But you don't see me having a panic attack and acting like a ninja. Not that that wouldn't be cool, and I didn't already have a panic attack.
Maybe it would be best if I just stopped arguing with myself and trying to make a point. I never win anyways. And they tend to be really dumb and lame arguments.
"Someone's coming." Steven whispered. I brushed off my hands on my jeans and got onto my knees, peering around Steven's large frame. I'll admit that I am very envious of his height. I wasn't exactly blessed with the tall gene.
Riley was about a block and a half down the street sitting in Steven's car, keeping watch for any criminals leaving the vicinity. She said she'd text if she saw anything.
I would have much rathered been the one chilling in the front seat of the car with my best friend, but Riley practically shoved me out of his Chevy, spewing some nonsense about spending time with the person I hate the most. Psh.
Personally, I think she just wanted the car all to herself. Not that I could blame her, she had a pretty sweet set up in the car down the street.
Lame.
"I don't see anything." I whispered. Steven sighed dramatically and pointed behind the dumpster at an exit near the warehouse. Funny thing was, it was in the building over. An office building. That was most certainly not abandoned. My dad worked there.
I was beyond confused. Why would one of the escapees be leaving my father's work place? Is that safe? Or...legal? I didn't understand, which would actually explain a lot of things about me. I never understand anything.
The man leaving the building didn't look suspicious. If anything, he looked like a lawyer. With black hair, tanned skin and large muscles hidden under a suit, the only thing that even remotely indicated his actual work position was the edge of a tattoo sticking out under the collar of his white shirt.
"Are you sure that's one of them? He just looks like a lawyer." I said to Steven. Steven looked back at me.
"Ever heard of in cognito? That's what he's doing. Although I looked up the police reports on my phone. He's one of the three." Steven said. I rolled my eyes.
"You're such a Know'-It-All. Why did I ever even date you?" I asked. Steven scoffed.
"As if you're much better! I couldn't stand being around you longer than two weeks because your trap never shuts!" He fired back.
"Well it's better than being a juvenile delinquent!" I argued.
"At least I accept my mistakes! You're mouth gets you in a lot more trouble than you think!" He said. I scowled, the escaped convict no longer the object of my attention.
"God! You're so critical! And a jackass." I crossed my arms and glared.
"And you're stubborn, hard headed, with no concept of the real world!" He said.
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