𝑳𝒐𝒘 𝑶𝒏 𝑮𝒂𝒔

꧁𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2꧂

It seemed like fucking for ever waiting for my shift to end. Since it was taking so long, I texted my boss, asking if I could leave early.

My boss is super nice and I guess understands if someone is tired or not so I wasn't surprised when she said I could. I sat up, packing my stuff and heading to the back.

I'm guessing my boss texted my coworker - Jason - to come in cause he was in the back when I walked in.

"Tired, huh?" He said, setting his stuff down.

"Yep." I responded dryly. I just wanted to go home already.

He nodded, understandingly as he signed in. Once he was done with that, he scotched back so I could sign out.

"Don't worry, I'm good at taking over." He spoke.

"Yet you're barely here." I chuckled. He let out a soft laugh as he walked to the door of the back room.

"Hope you get some rest, Y/N." He told me, standing by the door.

"Thanks." I responded as I stood up straight and headed to the exit. I heard his footsteps slowly disappear as I stood by the exit for a second.

Jason was really nice. He started working there before I came so he had more experience than I did. I was also younger than him so I guess he understood how bored I was.

Anyway, I walked to my motorcycle that was parked behind the store. No one really parked behind the store. Sometimes my coworkers did but not often so I was kinda the only person who did.

Yet when I reached my bike I couldn't find my keys. I didn't leave them out there with the bike, I'm not that stupid. But I kept them near me and in my pocket.

Did I drop them? I don't remember hearing keys hit the floor. I felt my pockets and my chest just to check if my keys were in my bra or my other pockets.

Suddenly, a black sports car pulled up behind me. I backed up into my motorcycle. They had tinted windows so I couldn't see what or who was inside.

As they rolled down the window, a scowl came on my face. Katsuki. He had a smirk on his face as he held my keys on his index finger. "Lookin for these?" He smirked, spinning the keys like he owned them.

"You piece of shit," I growled, "give me back my fucking keys."

"Not unless you could get 'em from me." His smirk grew wider but made no move. He didn't drive away or nothing. Guessin he thought I was gonna jump through the window to get my keys.

I thought about doing that, but didn't make a move either. "You know what," I said, turning to my motorcycle, "it's fine. Cause I guess you gotta get these from me too."

I dangled his keys in my hand. I already knew his expression was priceless but I didn't turn around. Instead, I grabbed the bobby-pin out of my pocket and tried to start my motorcycle.

Somehow, that worked and I hopped on my bike quick as ever, driving off. Before I left, I seen Katsuki on the phone but I couldn't care less.

Well, I was about to care because not even a minute later,  a group of cars were chasing me. "Shit," I thought. I should've know instead of being fucking stupid.

But if Katsuki wanted a car chase, he'll get a car chase. Just I hope I don't get hurt.

...

Spoke too soon. Those bitches shot me in my arm and it hurt like a bitch. They also shot me in my back and that hurt like hell. My vision was getting hella blurry so I pulled over when they were far away from me.

Being stupid, I ran instead of driving. I ran into a fucking alley for Christ sake and hid behind a trash can. I looked at my arm and blood was staining my motorcycle jacket.

Yeah, getting punched or something hurt but fucking getting shot in your arm and back hurt like hell. Surprisingly more than period cramps.

My vision was blurry as hell and I could feel my eyelids getting heavier. "This is the most dumbest way to die" I thought as I leaned my head back.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. I already knew who it was cause of the voices. Of course they had to find me. I'm guessing I blacked out before I seen faces because I didn't remember anything after that.

See, this is why you don't talk to weird people at a gas station. Matter fact, this is why you don't work at a gas station. Maybe I'll quit when I get out of this mess. That is, if I get out of this mess.