Top of the World

Chapter 3

Dylan grabbed me hard by the wrist and pulled me away from the bottom of "the monster".  I dragged my heels, but the matted, dead grass up-rooted and sent me sliding along behind him. 

He eventually eases to a stop and drops my wrist, which I immediately rub (even though it didn't hurt) and I shoot him a dirty look. He doesn't seem notice, his gaze is fixated on something beside us, and I turn to see the rusty old bumper car track, covered in a thick coat of "out of order"signs. 

I knew exactly what he was gonna do before a word even left his mouth. 

He turns towards me, eyes all lit up like a 7 year old on christmas day, and says "how much'll you give me if I ride one of those things?"

I roll my eyes and turn away, disapproving and expecting to hear an "I was just kidding, want some cotton candy?" in response.

But after many seconds, I turned back to where he was standing only to see him making a mad dash towards the bumper cars. He looks both ways and pulls apart some of the caution tape surrounding the entrance, and ducks his head to allow himself through. To most people, caution tape means "uh uh honey, get the hell outta here" but for Dylan, I could already tell it was like an invitation to fun, just calling his name, Dylan, Dylan, come play with us!  

I looked from left to right, checking to see if anyone was watching, which to my surprise, no one was. So I ran towards the ghostly looking bumper cars and crept on to my tippy toes in-order to see over the walls surrounding the track.

Dylan stood in the centre of the mud and rust stained floor, hands on hips, looking side to side, choosing his preferred ride, I was guessing. 

He finally settled on a navy blue car with a crackly number 27 painted on the side.  

He stretched out his arms and cracked his knuckles, smirking at his chosen vehicle.

It disgusted me how much he acted like a child, we were 18 for christ's sake!

Dylan grabbed hold of the car by the metal pole that connected it to the ceiling and began to tug, his biceps began to form in the sleeves of his gray hoodie. With what seemed to be little to no effort, the car came free and Dylan began to swivel it around in front of himself. He pulled it to the one side of the track and began to run, pushing the car in front of him. 

He then let the cart go and proceeded to jump on the back of it, sending the tiny cart into the wall on the opposite track and sending Dylan into a laughing fit. 

His laugh was almost cu- wait, what the hell was I thinking, he literally just broke into an abandoned bumper car track and was squealing like a little boy!

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket, it was Tyler, "Where the fuck r u guys, the ride ended 5 mins ago!!" 

I rolled my eyes and yelled for Dylan "Come on we have to go" 

"Do you just have to ruin all my fun, ya little bitch? he laughed at me. 

I faked crying and began to walk away.

Who the hell did he think he was? If there is one thing I hate more than new people, it's new people who assume they are better than everyone right away... 

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Ooh, what do you guys think of Dylan? I know the stories a little slow right now, but I promise it'll get better soon!  I know that I have to go back in and fix the past tense vs present tense stuff, I'm still working it out. ~B