Unpredictability of Love

Hazards of Ethan-Induced Crankiness

Quick note: I hate doing these things before a chapter because no one's going to read them, but I think this is important. A lot of people hate swear-words, and although I'm not one of them, I understand why. This chapter has a lot of very colourful words, and it's like a shit storm, so I figured I should just give a heads up in case I have a reader(s) who don't like it when characters swear too much. Except for that, enjoy:)

You know you're in a mess when you find yourself sitting in a dirty car beside a guy you met a week ago, trying to get him to tell you his address so that you can get him home, with the car stopping every few metres because it has almost no fuel, oh and your driving skills are rusty because you haven't been driving for a long time.

When we'd started off at the park, Ethan had confidently lead me through a couple of turns and roads I'd never been on before, so I automatically assumed that he knew where we were going.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. We ended up in a strange neighbourhood, with weirdly shaped mud and brick houses and cows walking about in the street for no reason at all. Added to that was the fact that we had no fuel and it was a little past eight in the night, so no one was willing to open up their doors and help us out.

Our adventure didn't even end there.

We actually managed to get out of that place when we found a gas station close to where we were stranded, and drove out of that neighbourhood only to drive straight into a shadier one.

And the street was so shady that I even saw some tattooed guy waking around, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in another. The guy's appearance frightened me so much that I almost drove the car over him. Imagine my luck when I came out of the encounter only with a couple of very extreme words thrown at me.

It was by pure luck that we reached the park again with our bodies in one piece.

It was a little before midnight, and I'd already told mom that I would be spending the night at Shirley's place (okay, I lied) and we were back at the park (where we started) when Ethan's high wore off a little, and he slowly took note of our situation.

This time, when he told me his address, we reached a cheap-looking, run-down apartment with its plaster coming off just down the road within five minutes of leaving the park.

"This is your place?" I asked him, hoping against hope that it was; and cursing myself for going on a wild-goose-chase while the goose was right next to my face.

"Yeah. You are good at driving." He said.

"Thanks?" I didn't know why or how he felt the need to compliment my driving skills, but I would rather take a compliment from his than wrong directions which led me into streets with gun-holding scary people.

Still looking partially drunk and definitely sleepy, he stepped right out of the car and disappeared into the building before I could say anything else.

"You're welcome." I muttered, slightly bitter about not getting the thank you I most definitely deserved.

Then I realized how bad my situation was. Mom thought I was at Shirley's place, Shirley was out of town, it was a one in the morning, and I was in Ethan's stinky car. I didn't have a place to go, and I had training in four hours, which I couldn't even skip because Horry would stuff a rag down my throat and murder me if I did.