I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap. 58

THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER IVE WRITTEN, SO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT! WHAT ABOUT JONATHAN?

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"Wait a minute, you've seriously never had a real boyfriend?" he asked incredulously, glancing over at me in shock as he left the parking lot.

"No," I answered flatly, so tired of the endless conversation. I wasn't used to talking to anyone, much less a basic stranger who seemed to be comfortable with any subject.

"But... How?!" he cried, letting go of the wheel to throw his hands up in the air. I tensed and clamped my hands on the sides of my seat. I only liked driving fast and recklessly when I was the one driving. This dude was crazier than I was behind the wheel.

"I just haven't," I shrugged, trying to get off the subject. I was very aware I had never had any type of real relationship with a guy. It was only a painful reminder that I had gotten so close with... Don't think about it.

"But you're hot!" he said in a 'duh' tone. "And badass. I would think you'd have tons of guys."

"Oh, I've had plenty of men," I assured him with a sigh.

His brow furrowed. "But you just said-"

"I've slept with so many people I can't even give you an estimate number," I cut him off. "But I've never accepted being anyone's girl. I've just never been in a relationship."

"This is blowing my mind," he said after a minute. "I've been in about ten relationships, and of course I've slept with girls at parties and all, but I don't think I've ever met someone who has slept with lots of people but never ever had a boyfriend before."

"Well now you have," I muttered, looking out the window.

We had just come from a mall area were I had purchased makeup and put it on right there in the store mirrors. Then I had changed in a public restroom, putting on the navy blue top that Jonathan had picked out after ten minutes of pointless arguing about it. I paired that with white jean cut off shorts and red converse, and I was set.

"You look pretty by the way," he piped up as if he had read my train of thought. "Really pretty."

Thanks," I murmured, not interested in compliments. Not to sound rude, but I knew I was pretty, and I didn't really like to hear people tell me about it all the time.

"So..." Jonathan drawled, fidgeting with the steering wheel leather. "We may or may not be lost..."

I sat in silence for a moment, taking deep breaths to keep my blood pressure down, before: "What?! How the hell are we lost? Don't you live in this town?! How long have we been lost?!"

He cast me a sheepish grin and cleared his throat. "Uh, I don't really know. I wasn't paying attention."

I gave him the meanest look ever and yanked out my phone, only to find I had poor service. "Great. This is great. You drag us out to some random road so we are sitting ducks for anyone who wants us dead, all in the name of a party. Who are you again and are you sure you didn't break out of an insane asylum?"

He huffed at me and looked around, checking road signs as we went along. Suddenly, he let out an excited yelp and wiggled around in his seat like a little kid. "Look look look!" He yelled, pointing to a billboard. "There's a carnival coming up on this road!"

"So?" I shrugged, busy digging around for maps in the compartments.

"So let's go!" He yelled, wiggling his brows at me. "It'll be fun!"