The High Road

Chapter Four

 "What kind of car is this?" I ask, attempting to end the silence. Cincinnati was an hour or so drive from here, and I sure as hell didn't want to spend it sitting in an awkward silence. People say that it's only awkward if you say/think it's awkward, but that's not always the case. Sometimes there are different variables that play out in the situation, making it awkward. Right now, the variable was Luke. "A fast one." he retorts, his eyes grazing into mine for a second before returning to the road. I didn't know much about cars, so I can't make a guess on what it was. But it was sleek and black with leather seats and a slight tint to the windows; a car no seventeen year old boy should have. "You nervous?" He asks, the tone in his voice wasn't as harsh as it is 95% of the time. The question seemed sincere. "Yeah, sort of." I answer.

"Well, that's no fun. Now I feel like I'm babysitting a scared little girl." With that, his charmingly sincere persona was switched off.

"You are the epitome of an asshole. If you didn't want to 'babysit' me, why the hell did you go out of your way to get me?"

"Fair point." He nods, making it clear I got my point across perfectly on that one. "Let's change the subject. Anyone you're interested in?"

The question makes me shift uncomfortably in my chair. Ever since I got involved in this 'situation' with Luke, I haven't really had time to think about it that much. And even when I did like someone like that, I didn't dwell on it too much. Mostly because Erin would overwhelm me with her own crushes and I wouldn't have any time to think about my own. "I-I don't know." I slip up on my words. He looks over to me, a smirk crossed on his face, making me blush slightly.

"You're lying, Willis. You make it so obvious when you do." He chuckles, his eyes still fixated on me.

"I do not."

"Yeah, you do. I bet you're also a virgin."

"Luke!" he breaks into a roaring laughter. I throw my head into my hands, too embarrassed to look at him. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, but there is something wrong when someone you hardly know can tell that you are.

"My masculine sixth-sense never seems to fail me." he says, proudly, continuing, "But seriously, you've gotta want to bang at least somebody at our school, so who'd it be?"

"I guess if I had to choose somebody," I purse my lips, proceeding to say, "I'd say Zach."

He looks at me, cocking one eyebrow up. "Zach Kowalski? Seriously?" He looks at me in disbelief.

"Is something wrong?" I glare at him, angrily.

"No, I just... I don't know. I took you for one of those girls who like the silent boys who know how to treat a girl right and like alternative music. You know, I thought you were one of those virgin girls who wanted a guy that was too perfect to exist."

"Sorry to disappoint you." I remark, crossing my arms. "What about you?" I ask.

"There's too many on my list."

"List?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I have more than one girl I'd want to bang."

"What about a relationship?" I instantly felt the growing tension caused by the question I asked.

"Um, relationships aren't my thing. Not really one for being tied down." He answers, uncomfortably.

"So, what you did today with Erin is normal for you?" He nods his head 'yes', keeping his eyes on the road. I hate guys like this. The ones who think girls are some sort of object they can break and play with whenever they please. I turn my body so I can lean on the window, looking out at the pink cotton candy sky. I shut my eyes, slowly drifting off into a much needed sleep.

Luke's P.O.V:

I pull the car into an empty gravel pathway, which is usually where I met this customer. I looked over at Chloe, whom was sound asleep. I rolled my eyes, tapping on her shoulder slightly. "Chloe," I nagged, but she didn't budge. I unbuckled my seatbelt, opening the door of the car and stepping out. I popped the trunk of the car, taking out a brown bag that had the marijuana sealed up in. I also took out a nine millimeter silver pistol, just in case things ended badly. I've never had to shoot anyone before, but there's a first for everything. I put down the car trunk, slipping the gun in my pocket and walking to the passenger side of the car, opening the door up. Chloe was a deep sleeper. Her ash brown hair was strung in front of her face, some strands were even caught in her long eyelashes. Her head was nuzzled into the hoodie of her gray jacket, sometimes soft snores would escape her mouth. It was cute, she looked peaceful. I internally rolled my eyes at those thoughts before I unbuckled her seatbelt and shook her shoulders. "Chloe," I said once more in a whisper. Her eyes fluttered open, becoming wide as she realized how close we were to each other. She really is a virgin.

"You still nervous?" I inquire as she steps out of the car, folding her hands into her jacket pockets.

"Even more than before," she breathes out. I could sense her nervousness from a mile away. I don't blame her. The first time I did this, I was nervous too.

"Don't be, you'll be fine. I promise." I try to ease her up. She smiles at me warmly, but her gaze is suddenly locked on the gun in my pocket.

"What the hell? Why do you have that?"

"It's just in case things go wrong." I say, soothingly. Usually, that type of tone in my voice helps girls calm down, but this time it didn't work.

"What kind of 'things' will go wrong?" She asks, her voice becoming louder.

"Shh. Keep your voice down." I order. She nods, looking down at the ground. "Look, probably nothing bad is going to happen, okay? I'm just carrying so I can protect us, don't worry." I coo. For once, she actually stays silent. One thing I knew about Chloe, she liked to ask a lot of question. Too many for that matter. She wasn't my average 'go-with-the flow' kind of girl I usually surround myself with. She was extremely annoying.

I walk ahead down the empty path, with Chloe following closely behind. Soon, a man in his mid 30's comes into view, wearing a nice suit. He doesn't seem like a guy who'd order three bags of marijuana, but they never really do. I think that's the mystery of it all. "Hey, Lorenzo." The guy greets, extending his hand to me and I shake it. I look back at Chloe and she gives me a 'why-did-he-just-call-you-Lorenzo' look. I dismiss it. I wasn't allowed to give out my name, so Lorenzo told me to use his instead. I guess that was kind of a bitter-sweet idea, not going by my name could keep me out of trouble, but going by Lorenzo's name could get me into trouble. "Three bags of the stuff you wanted." I wave it up in the air, letting him see. "Here's the five thousand dollars I owe you." He pops open a suitcase, putting the money on display before shutting it close quickly. "Who's your friend?" He asks, his eyes roaming Chloe's body hungrily. Pervert. "That's Clover, she's in training." I answer quickly. Clover, really? I couldn't use her real name. "Clover, huh?" He takes a step closer to her. Chloe straightens her posture, nodding "Yep, that's me, Clover." She extends the name 'Clover' out meticulously, flashing me a pissed off look. Well hey, I liked the name Clover.

"Here's the bag." I hand it over to him, to keep his eyes on something over than Chloe. It was really pissing me off. He handed me the briefcases and walked away. "See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" I chuckle. She sticks up a choice finger at me as she marches back to the car.

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FOR ANY WHO ARE CONFUSED

LUKE GOES BY HIS BOSS'S NAME 'LORENZO' AS A COVERUP. HE CAN'T GO BY HIS REAL NAME. I mean I guess he could, but Lorenzo doesn't want that. You'll see later on in the book why that is

ALSO, CHLOE'S 'DRUG DEALING NAME' IS NOW CLOVER. CLOVER AND CHLOE ARE THE SAME PEOPLE. SOMETIMES YOU'LL SEE PEOPLE CALLING CHLOE CLOVER IN THIS BOOK BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SHE GOES BY WHEN MAKING DEALS. AND AS MORE DRUG DEALERS FROM OTHER COMPANIES FIND OUT ABOUT HER, THEY'LL ALSO REFER TO HER AS CLOVER. 

If you still don't understand....

then IDK WHAT ELSE TO DO BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'VE CLEARED THAT UP PRETTY FUCKING WELL.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was a lot of fun to write.

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