Chapter Eight

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I stayed at Dylan's house, even though I kinda sort of live with him. I've been staying with him after the incident when I got hit by a truck. He has been taking care of me, and now here we are criminals! We are now partners in crime! I was happy about what we did tonight, and now if Nicky tries anything I will just show that whole school the picture of her retainer hanging out of her mouth.
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I woke up to an alarm going off. I was blinking rapidly to get my vision to work right instead of it being blurry, but then I realized I was on something that rose and fell. I realized I was on someone's chest, and there was weight on my waist. I gently lifted my head, and moved the arm around me. I realized it was Dylan, and I didn't want to wake him.

He stirred when I moved his arm, and got out of the bed to go get something to eat. I opened the door, and then suddenly, "Where are you going?" I turned around to see Dylan awake, and I told him where I was going. He followed me downstairs, and I turned on the TV to something interesting.

"Breaking news! Mr. Johnston has had a break in! His Lamborghini was stolen, and there is graffiti on a wall and car! If anyone has seen or heard anything call the police station ASAP!" The newsman stated. I walked into the kitchen to eat something, but then I realized something. Dylan's parents could've seen the Lamborghini! "Hey Dylan?" I asked.

"Yeah?" He asked. "We need to get out of here like right now!" I said well apparently yelled. "Why do we need to get out of here?" He asked with confusion. "Well erm the police are going to be checking garages to look for the Lamborghini we stole," I whispered where he could only hear me.

He then caught on, and a worried expression went on his face. I watched a lot of movies about this stuff, and I exactly knew what to do that wouldn't blow our cover. I ran upstairs, and changed my clothes to some I can actually wear in public. I ran back downstairs, and told Dylan the plan. He agreed to it, and we left straight away to get the things we needed.

We went to the store, and bought over 10 spray cans of the color black. We also put the Lamborghini into his insurance, and got a new name plate for it. You should be able to figure out what our plan is. When we bought the spray cans, the cashier kept asking us questions about why we needed so many.

We told him it was for a class project, and he bought our lie! I mean it's bad to lie, but we sure as hell have a good reason we have to lie. We hurried back to the car, and put everything in the backseat. We both got in the front, and he pulled his keys out and put them in the ignition. He started the car, and we drove like nothing is wrong.

We were both scared at this moment because we didn't know we were gonna get in this much trouble. If my mom and dad were still here, they would hate me forever. "Hey what's wrong?" Dylan got me out of my thoughts with the question. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You're crying," he said.

I felt my face, and sure enough he was right I was crying. I didn't know why though! "I didn't know I was crying," I said. He just shook his head, and he took one hand off the steering wheel and took my hand. He intertwined our fingers together!

I was thinking for a moment, and then a random question popped from nowhere! 'What does he think we are?' "Well I think we are more than friends because of the kisses, and the hand holding," he said. "Wait I said that out loud!" I said with heat rising up my cheeks. He just laughed at me. I joined in the laughter.

We got back to his place, and went straight to the garage. We got the spray paint out, and started spraying the car. It took us about and hour to spray it with the black spray paint. We removed the bags we put on the windows so we didn't spray the windows. We took off the name plate, and put the new one on there.

We went upstairs to pack our things because we knew the police are going to find out it was us who stole the car, and did the graffiti. I grabbed all my clothes, my phone, my charger, and etc. "No we have to get new phones under fake names!" Dylan said.

He took both of our phones, and broke them. We got done packing, and ran downstairs to put our stuff in the Lamborghini. We got in the front, and opened the garage door. We drove off, and I looked behind us to see the garage door close. We had to drive off to a new county or state.

I fell asleep after an hour of riding.

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"Hey Ver get up!" A voice said while shaking me. I groaned, and I started opening my eyes to him still driving. "Where are we?" I asked. "Well you were asleep for about 13 hours, and we are in California," he said. Damn I was asleep for 13 hours, and the fact that we got here from Greystone, Washington.

I was shocked, but amazed that I was in California! I've wanted to come here since I was a little girl. I looked out the window in awe when I heard something I didn't want to hear!

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