"What exactly is your plan?" I giggle as Jack makes his fourth loop around the neighborhood.
Mansions fill the streets as we circle Brentwood Park, palm trees duplicate along the sidewalks as high-end cars take over driveways. Though I haven't said it out loud, It is very obvious which house is Jack's.
The Cameron's are known for being stupid rich, so the second I saw a secluded marble driveway lead up to a three-story-high fortress, I knew it was his.
"My plan? You wanted this!" He whisper shouts, not sure why, but I'm eighty-six percent positive it's because of the stress.
Jack's hand grips the wheel tightly as his foot proceeds to press the brake a bit harder than normal, causing us both to jerk forward.
Scratch the eighty-six percent, I'm changing it to ninety-three.
"Just put the truck in park, I'm getting dizzy going in all these circles." I joke lightly, trying my absolute best to help his mood lighten just the tiniest bit.
Nodding his head, Jack circles once more before pulling over near the a secluded park right near the entrance of Brentwood Park Estates.
"Okay. We're good?" He sighs, slumping further back into his seat.
"I'm good, are you good?"
"Hell no." Jack replies unbuckling my seatbelt and reaching over to open my door. I grasp his chin with the pads of my fingers before he pulls back.
His hair is even messier than earlier and so many emotions express themselves on his face, I can't even tell which one he's feeling the most.
"You're good." I assure, grazing my thumb across his freckled filled skin.
"No, yeah. I'm good. Me, not good? Psht. Unheard of." He scoffs.
"Is that sweat?" I test, signaling my eyes at his evidently glazed temples.
"Funny." Jack chuckles, awkwardly wiping the sweat off with the collar of his shirt. I mask my laugh into the palm of my hand as I giddily watch him circle the front of the truck and meet me by my door.
"Wasn't sweat by the way." He murmurs helping me out.
"Oh of course not." I play along.
"Mm." Jack breathes out, trying his best to hide the smile pulling at his lips.
Finally.
It's still decently light out even though the sun has set, which means the entire Brentwood Park residence saw Jack and I creepily circle their neighborhood for the past ten minutes.
Off to a great start.
"Worst case scenario, I end up in jail and you bail me out." He chuckles lightly, handing me some type of black ski mask.
"What the hell is this?" I ask holding it up in front of me to get a better view.
"Put it on."
Tossing the fabric back into his hand, I lean along the side of the truck, and fold my arms across my chest.
"The hell I am. This isn't a bank robbery."
"Something like that."
"Oh please."
"Let's not make this any more complicated than it already is, Renna."
"Your name pops up when I search the definition of complicated, Cameron. Put the damn mask away."
When I mentioned picking up Lilah and bringing her to Oceanside, I didn't think this would turn into, Operation Princess Protection Program.
On the other hand, I can only blame myself for this in a sense. Knowing Jack, he is about to pull the most impulsive and immature stunt known to man, meanwhile I have to deal with his ass and morph into a kindergarten teacher for the next hour.
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