Mafia // Ryan Blaney

four // just shut the fuck up and drive

Ryan hasn't wanted to work on this project at all this week. I've been trying to get him to, but he just won't. He always gives me some lame excuse as to why he can't.

I did some research last night and found his address on the internet. Google is amazing, isn't it?

I figured that after school today, I would go over to his house. That way, I'm kind of forcing him to work on it. Especially because it's due on Monday and I've been doing all the work. That usually tends to happen with me and school projects.

What makes matters even worse is that he wasn't even in school today. None of his little group was, and it was oddly the best day of school I've had so far. No one was bothering me and it was great. I wasn't all that surprised though, seeing as how they're always all together. If one doesn't show up, I guess none of them do.

School seemed to drag forever. When it was finally over, I hopped in my car and drive to Ryan's. The drive was fairly short. I knew it was the right house when I pulled up and saw "Blaney" on the mailbox out front.

I got out of the car, and went to grab by backpack out of the backseat when none other than the five boys came running out of the house and straight to my car.

"Get back in the car, Roberts. We have to go. Now," Ryan yelled.

"Why?"

"I said get in the fucking car. Let's go," he yelled again. He climbed into the passenger seat. I was terrified to ask why again, so I climbed back into the driver's seat and pulled out of the driveway.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just shut the fuck up and drive Kacey. When I say turn, you turn." I kept my mouth shut until I heard what sounded like a gun being loaded.

"Is that a fucking gun? Why the fuck do you have guns in my car!" I yelled, looking in my rear-view mirror to see Bubba loading a gun.

"Stop asking so many god damn questions and just listen, go it?" Chase snapped.

I should've just gone home and none of this would be happening right now.

"Sorry if I'm a little concerned as to why the five of you have fucking guns in my car, and you won't answer any of my fucking questions, and won't even tell me what the fuck is going on! So no, don't tell me to stop asking fucking questions or you can get the fuck out of my car!" I yelled back. He looked taken aback, but I didn't care. No one talks to me this way.

"Turn right at the light," Ryan said. Honestly, I forgot he was even here. He didn't even look up from the gun he was loading. I did as I was told, and turned right. I kept following their directions until I was being yelled at to stop. I slammed on the brakes and the boys piled out of my car.

"Stay here and lock the doors. Whatever you do, do not get out of the car, understand? Unlock the doors when you see us coming back out. And keep the car running," Ryan explained from the back seat. Before shutting the door, he handed me ten dollars. "For gas."

I didn't say anything. I locked the doors as soon as they were all out. I had so many questions and thoughts but no one to give me any answers. The boys approached the building and ran inside after pulling their weapons back out. Guns began going off like crazy, and it made me cringe in fear for a minute.

Ten minutes went by, and they still hadn't come back out. I still heard gunfire, and it was starting to make me nervous. Five more minutes passed before I couldn't take it anymore. Ignoring what Ryan told me, I unlocked the car and walked towards the warehouse.

Smoke filled my senses as soon as I walked inside. I heard yelling coming from somewhere in the distance, so I followed it, only to see some guy with a gun aimed at Ryan's head.

"No!" I yelled, and I dove towards the guy, knocking the gun out of his hand.

"Kacey what the fuck are you doing? We told you to stay in the fucking car!" Erik yelled, shooting at someone I didn't even see. I was still trying to wrestle this guy to the ground.

"We have to go. Now!" Bubba yelled. He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and started running back towards the door. I tried to get out of his grip but I couldn't. The others were right behind us, stopping every couple of seconds to shoot at the strangers shooting at us.

Bubba threw me into the back of my car and climbed into the driver's seat. Chase, Erik and William piled in next to me, while Ryan took the passenger seat.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Kacey! You could've gotten us all fucking killed!" Ryan yelled from the front seat.

"I started getting nervous so I got out to see what was taking you so long. I didn't realize you were in a fucking war zone!" I yelled back.

"Give her a fucking break. We're the ones that dragged her here. And besides, she did just save your life, Blaney. You can't honestly be mad about that," Erik said. He stood up for me, which I thought was strange since he's barely ever spoken to me. All he's done is stare at me.

"She could've gotten herself killed in the process though, Erik," Chase chimed in.

I didn't even think about that.

"What the fuck were you even doing at my house in the first place? And how did you even know where I live?" Ryan asked, yelling again. Damn, does he know what an inside voice is?

"We were supposed to be working on that project this week but you've blown me of every day, so I googled your address to force you to have to work on it."

"I wasn't blowing you off. I did the whole thing already."

The rest of the drive was fairly silent, with the occasional grunt coming from Ryan up front. When we got back to Ryan's, he let me come in to clean myself up before going back home. We were all up in his room, and I was in the bathroom connecting to his room.

"I need to ask you something," I say walking out of the bathroom. "What are you guys?"