THE SURROGATE: A LUKE BROOKS FAN FICTION

CHAPTER FORTY TWO

CHAPTER FORTY TWO
*BELLA'S P.O.V*

I sat in the backseat of the car with my head in my hands, looking out the window, slowly drifting off to sleep. Before I could actually get to sleeping, I would wake myself up; so I looked like a wind-up toy that was malfunctioning. Oh how I would love to sleep right now! You might ask, "but why don't you?" And the answer is quite simple; at the moment, I was driving with the Freeman's, and it would be quite rude to just doze off like that; especially since they were speaking to me -but I didn't hear one word of what they were saying- I felt the baby kicking rapidly, almost as if he or she was asking, "When are we getting there!?" Which were my thoughts exactly. Of course, I didn't tell the Freeman's about the kicking, because, well because, I just wanted it to be between us one last time before I have to share this experience. Also, i was fucking starving!! The car was now silent, and I had to admit that it was kind of awkward; but thank God for cellphones right??
I took my phone out of my slingbag and checked if I had any messages -there was one from Darcy; a link that Jai sent me by the name of "Deez Nuts", and a voicemail from my parents- so far, I still had no reply from Luke. To be honest, it didn't bother anymore. Why? Let me explain; you see when you develop strong feelings for someone, and you know that its a long shot, but somehow you feel that they might feel the same way about you, just a little? And you spend every single day thinking of perfect scenarios, convincing yourself that it all will happen one day. So you guys just become closer, and your feelings deepen; and soon you're head-over-heels in love with that person? You start believing that a relationship is in the works and you actually vlsim him as 'yours' even though he never was; but then something happens, and he ends up fucking you over. You let it slide for the first few times; but eventually, when its happened enough, you stop caring? You start to realise that you were the only one who had those type of feelings and he wasnt interested at all. So you stop caring about all the hopes you had for you guys, all the feelings and everything you thought you loved about him about him. He slowly just becomes another crush that went nowhere? And that's exactly why it didn't really bother me.
I scratched it my slingbag until I found what I was looking for; aha! My earphones. I put them into my phone, when through my playlist, pressed "SHUFFLE" and waited for the music to play, before softly humming along... "Oh I'm a mess right now, inside out..."

*LUKE'S P.O.V*
It was fucking 30 degrees outside, and I was walking in the sun, with a fucking hangover, trying to figure out where my car could be. Why didn't I ask Nicole where it was, before I lost my shit on her? I would hit myself on the head, but I was too busy hailing a taxi. After 10 minutes, I finally managed to get a taxi! I got in, and laid my head down on the seat immediately. "Where-" the taxi driver began, but stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw me lying down the way I was. "Where to?" He asked, regaining himself. I sat up straight, and moved forward as I whispered, "Look, I need to go anywhere but here! I'm an accessory to a murder and the police are after me! Now its your lucky day because you helped me out, so you'll get a cut of the money... Assuming you survive! Don't even think about throwing me out!" I stopped speaking and peaked over my shoulder convincingly before continuing, "I have a gun and a number of witnesses who saw me getting into the taxi..." As I spoke on, I saw fear in the taxi driver's eyes and I couldn't suppress my laughter. I let out one loud laugh! It hurt, but it made me feel so much better. He looked at me even more fearful. "Relax; I'm just fucking with you! I'm sorry, I'm just really hungover and I need to find my car, so just take me...." And I told him the name of the pub; I hope Carlos has my car! At first, the taxi driver was hesitant to drive; I don't quit think that he bought the 'hungover' story, which is ironic, because it was the truthe. We sat in the car, just looking at each other. I noticed that he had his hand on the door handle. It took nearly and hour and a half to convince him that it was all a joke, and I really didn't mean no harm. Finally, after a whole lot of convincing, he finally believed me and drove off...