Getting Married to the Bad Boy *REVISED* (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 9

After 5 minutes of silence, I asked the question I probably should have asked from the get-go.

"So, where are we going?"

"A quiet, lifeless, neighborhood a couple miles from here."

Without even a look in my direction, his response was immediate. It lacked hesitation, which, to be honest, threw me off a little.

Quiet? Lifeless? Something about those two descriptions didn't sit too well with me.

"Why are we going there?"

"I've been meaning to check out this forest that's down there, vast landscape, easy to get lost in, known for being scream-proof, so I thought you'd be the perfect partner."

I chuckled nervously. "You're kidding, right?"

"I don't know," he responded, then looked at me with his chilling grey eyes, "Am I?"

The thing that I've learned about Reece from the little time I'd spent with him was that he is the epitome of sarcasm. Which was why I had mixed emotions.

Should I take him seriously or laugh it off?

We have been driving for a while. Is this his way of getting out of the marriage? Leaving me in the middle of the forest where my cries for help would fall on nothing but empty streets and lonely houses?

Would I even be alive to cry?

He's got to be bullshitting. There's no way he'd do something like that.

"Breathe, Evans. I was kidding." Reece assured, slightly easing the tension in my bones.

"That's not something to kid about," I said as I took a deep breath. "I almost jumped out of this moving car."

He scoffed, "Not my fault that you're so gullible, but if it makes you feel any better, we're going to this café on Mason Street."

Mason Street? That's about 40 minutes away from where I lived.

"Why so far?" I asked, voicing my thoughts.

"Less familiar faces. It's the one place that no one but my friends and I know about, and we don't regularly visit to draw little as possible attention towards it."

I nodded in understanding. Almost every detail of Reece's life was known and prodded in by the girls at our school. It made sense that he'd venture for his solidarity a little further than home.

Home.

"Shit," I said as I took in the situation that we're currently in.

"What?" Reece asked as he turned on his indicator and made a turn to the right.

"Our parents, we left in the middle of a very important meeting without an explanation. They must be brooding right now."

"I doubt it," Reece said with a shrug as he slowed down at a red light. "They're forcefully making us live together in hopes that we'll make a connection and here we are doing it willingly. If anything, we're doing exactly what they want."

I took what Reece said into consideration, agreeing silently as he drove off at the appearance of a green light. If anything, this whole thing was a win-win, the parents got what they wanted-us hanging out, and we got what we wanted- a way out of that conversation. That no doubt was just simply postponed until next time, and besides, if they were worried, all they had to do was call.

The kill of the engine snapped me out of my thoughts, and I became aware of the red and yellow-painted building before us. Stepping out of the car, I scrutinized the café that I had passed on more than one occasion but never entered, a sign surrounded by tiny blinking lights that were yet to be used as it was still a little bright brought out the name 'RS Café' that, like the building, was painted in loud red. The glass doors and big windows revealed the half crowd and workers whose distinction came from the red apron tied around their waists. The faint sound of a beep and nearing footsteps alerted me of Reece's presence.