Effortless

Four

I was walking home from school, alone, at seven PM.

Why?

My sister and brother, Emerson and Easton, would not answer their phones. I didn't even bother trying to call my aunt because I already knew how that would end. Ricky was at karate. I knew this because he always had karate on Thursdays, so I couldn't call him. Neither Bella nor Kailey had a car, and I would rather walk than ask Justin for anything.

So I walked.

Easton and Emerson left me after school let out that afternoon. Easton's words were, 'We'll be right back, just sit on this bench and don't move.' Fucking liar, I had been on the bench for almost four hours.

But honestly it was my fault for willingly waiting for them for four hours. Once one hour passed I should have asked Ricky for a ride home, but my dumbass believed that my siblings were coming back.

So now it was dark outside, cold, and a forty five minute walk to my house.

I had been walking for about ten minutes. This was not my first time walking home from school, so I knew a shortcut. Though, it was still a bit scary. There were tons of trees around me and not much light.

I hope I don't get kidnapped.

I had my earbuds in like always. I was aware that walking at night with earbuds in my ears probably wasn't the smartest idea, but music had always calmed me.

The cars continued to fly by me, I wasn't even paying attention. I was too busy thinking about how shitty it was that I had to walk home.

"I need a drink." I mumbled to myself. A few drinks would solve all of the feelings.

On the road I spotted a motorcycle. I thought back to my childhood dream of wanting my own motorcycle. I didn't know why that was my dream, I had simply always found them to be cool.

I grew confused when the motorcycle pulled over. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. The person wearing the black helmet got off of the bike.

Shit, I said I didn't want to be kidnapped tonight.

I paused my music and then began to slowly back away. The motorcycle's headlights were so damn bright that I couldn't see shit. My heart rate increased rapidly and I could feel my palms getting sweaty.

At least my family would know that me being kidnapped was all their fault.

"Elias?" The voice called.

How did he know my name? Did I have a name tag on? I looked down at my shirt. Okay, I did not have a name tag on. Back to the first question, then.

He started to walk closer, so I began to back up. He took his helmet off. I couldn't see his face, the lights were still too bright.

"Stop backing up!" He yelled, continuing to come after me.

"I will scream!" I yelled at him. "I swear, I will!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you." He laughed as he reassured me.

I listened to him and stopped. I recognized that voice, I'd recognize it from anywhere. He moved closer to me, I could see his face now. And of course it was just who I thought it was.

"Piss off, Javier." I said, my tone dead. I would rather walk than ask him for a ride.

Javier put his hand on his chest and formed an 'o' shape with his mouth, feigning offense. "Well that's not very nice."

I stuffed my hands into my pockets and brushed past him, bumping his arm in the process. I had decided that I was not going to deal with this. The universe hated me enough to have Javier be the one to find me, but that did not mean that I had to ask for a ride home.