Bonnie and Clyde (ON HOLD! Writer's Block.)

11. Triskelion Pt.2

My thighs are sore, so sore. I did not expect him to be that big and that hard. Don't get me wrong, the sex was amazing, but he left me more sore than when I first lost my virginity. Is that even possible? We finish packing our things and pack them in the car. Dylan went into the lobby to return the room key. As I wait I lean against the car since my legs are weak. The lobby door bursts open as Dylan runs towards the car yelling for me to get in. Confusion took over but I quickly ignored it as we both got in the car at the same time and he immediately drove out of the parking lot.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked. "We're on the news." he mumbles. Holy shit. I didn't really think that we would actually be on the news. Did they have a picture? If so, was it on the news? Will everyone be looking for us now? "I looked up at the t.v. while I was waiting for the guy and our faces popped up, the guy seen it too and it looked like he was about to grab something, so I knocked him out." he explained. "You what?!?!" I exclaimed. "I panicked, I didn't know what to do." he said. "You could've just ran out, we would've left long before he could've called the cops or anything like that, we would've been fine, now you just added more heat on us!" I ramble. "I know! I'm sorry." he sighs as he bites his bottom lip. God, what I would do to have those lips on me right now. What is wrong with me, I shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

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We have been in the car for two hours now and he has not said one word to me and neither have I. It's awkward, really awkward. I don't know if it's because of the sex. Maybe I wasn't good for him because I sure as hell know he was amazing. But then again he came in me, luckily he had a condom. And the noise he made when he came, the way he said my name. It was hot, really hot. Just thinking about it is making me hot. I roll down the window a bit as I watch the trees zoom past me. Maybe I'm the one who needs to say something first. I look at him and his eyes are concentrated on the road. What can I say to him? I think and think and think, but nothing pops up. Forget it. I reach for the radio and Beyoncé comes on with her song Flawless. I put the volume up and sing to it. My favorite part comes on and I put the volume to maximum.

"We teach girls to shrink themselves

To make themselves smaller

We say to girls

"You can have ambition

But not too much

You should aim to be successful

But not too successful

Otherwise you will threaten the man"

Because I am female

I am expected to aspire to marriage

I am expected to make my life choices

Always keeping in mind that

Marriage is the most important

Now marriage can be a source of

Joy and love and mutual support

But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage

And we don't teach boys the same?

We raise girls to each other as competitors

Not for jobs or for accomplishments

Which I think can be a good thing

But for the attention of men

We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings

In the way that boys are

Feminist: the person who believes in the social

Political, and economic equality of the sexes."

I begin to dance in my seat as Beyoncé begin to sing again. "You wake up, FLAWLESS!" I sing out loud as people on the cars driving by stare at me. "This diamond, FLAWLESS! My diamond, FLAWLESS!" I notice an exit for a tattoo shop causing me to scream and quickly put the volume down. "What the hell was that for?" he asks. "I know what tattoo I want, next stop Dyl Pickle!" I say all too quickly. He smiles as he shakes his head and takes the exit.

As we wait for one of the tattoo designers to finish up with their customer I look at the different designs they have. "I thought you already knew what you wanted." Dylan says behind me. "I do but I just wanted to look through these." I mumble. "What are you getting?" he asks. "You'll see." I smile. A guy full of tattoos comes out. He looks at me and smiles. He motions for me to follow him and I do after I tell Dylan to stay in the waiting room.

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After what seemed like days, but was really an hours or so, I walk out of the room with plastic wrapped around my thigh. I limp into the waiting room and Dylan quickly stands up when he sees me wiping away some tears. "I'm such a wimp." I smile when he comes up to me. "No you're not babe." he says before giving me a kiss. I guess we are fine. "Let me see it." he says. I turn side ways to show him the tattoo on the side of my left thigh. "Wow, a triskelion, how original." he says sarcastically. I laugh and push him. "Mine has a different definition." I say. "Oh yeah? What is it?" he ask. "Past, present, and future." I say and he smiles. "That's really smart, I like it." he says. "Well you are talking to someone who went to NYU and graduated early because I was to a smart." I say with a smirk on my face. "Show off." he says before giving me another kiss. "How much did you have to pay?" he asks when he pulled away. "Eighty-five." I reply. "Okay, lets go, I'm hungry." he says as he grabs my hand. "Can we get pickles?" I ask. "You can have mine." he replies and I laugh. "Maybe later, but I want real ones." I smile and he nods.

We went through a drive-thru at McDonalds and now we're at a supermarket looking for the pickles that I like. Once I find it I walk to the next aisle. "What are you doing, you have your pickles." Dylan whines. "I need peanut butter with it." I respond. "You're so weird." he mumbles and I stick my tongue out at him like a little kid. He chuckles as I grab the peanut butter and go into the line. As we wait two security guards come up to us. "Excuse me, are you Victoria Kelly and Dylan O'Brien?" one of them ask. "Why?" Dylan responds. They both look at the paper they have in their hands. They know! I look at Dylan with wide eyes and he looks back at me and nods. I smash the jar of pickles on the taller guard's head and kick him in the balls before elbowing him on his back causing him to land on his stomach. I look at Dylan and he already has the other one on the floor. He quickly takes my hand we begin to run as fast as we can. Suddenly we hear a couple of footsteps behind us. I look back and see about five guards chasing us. We run faster to the car but my clumsy self trips over a crack on the ground and falls face first. Just as I do one of the guards catches up to us and Dylan quickly elbows him in the face, knocking him out. He then quickly helps me up and we run to the car. He injects the keys into the car and we race away from the parking lot. As we sit there we both breathe in and out heavily. I can feel the heat all over me and my blood running wild. I feel the adrenaline everywhere and I begin to laugh.

"That was amazing!" I suddenly say causing Dylan to look at me. "You had fun?" he said and I smile at him. "Maybe you are crazy." he smiles. "Just a tad bit." I smile back.

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