I'm Not Who I Am

[13] There's Definitely Something Wrong With The Timing.

A/N Edited.

"Start the damn engine!" I shouted as we ran out of the warehouse with several men chasing after us. Wade shakily got the keys and started the ignition just in time for me to shove the boy into the back seat and I hurriedly sat on the passenger seat.

"Start driving, Dumbo!" I screamed as the army of stupid unarmed men catch up to us because Wade's eyes were as wide as saucers and stepped on the gas with too strong a jolt, sending us leaning backward to our seats as he hastily drives away from the scene.

"Where do I turn? Goddamit," he worriedly asked as he made a sharp twist and turn for the past five minutes in the same neighborhood downtown. "You didn't bother to study the location while waiting?" I gritted my teeth and navigated the GPS.

I looked behind us to see no cars were in the tail. At least we lost them.

"Let's just switch seats and I'll drive," I suggested and he willingly agreed. Thankfully, I was driving the car with the kid in the back seat and Wade kept stealing glances at him.

It was already past midnight. I threw my phone to Wade, "Contact Justin, let him know that I already got the kid. Ask him where will I bring him to," I explained as I glanced at the kid through the rearview mirror.

What am I supposed to do with him? I can bring him home and let my parents take care of him so that the next day when they go to work, he'll come with them to the office.

"Uh...who are you guys?" he asked as he fiddles with the hem of his dirty shirt. He was around the age of thirteen, he had blood and shades of brown-colored stains on his shirt.

Will I tell him my real identity? He may be the heir of W-J Company but that doesn't mean I would trust him. But the kid is only thirteen, what do you expect from him? Lead a mafia?

Whatever.

"Uhhh...Hello?" I simply rolled my eyes. Sarcasm is not needed tonight. "I'm Jessica. What's your name, kiddo?" I replied as I make a sharp turn at the intersection. This action made Wade hit his head on the window.

"What the hell?"

"I'm James," he replied proudly with his chin up and a big smile. I nod my head, acknowledging him. So much for having known parents in the business industry.

I ignored Wade who kept throwing glares at me for every sharp turn I took.

"I'm Wade," he buts in, replacing his grumpy face with a big smile. "No one asked, doofus," I say and James laughed. Once again, his face morphed into a grumpy one. Wade crossed his arms, making faces as he looked in the window. Such a dork. I glance at him and smile.

I remember the first time meeting him on my first day of school. He was all badass and tough. Look at him now, drawing shapes on the window.

Yeah, I go to their house to hang out with his mom but believe me when I say that I've never met him before. It must be because he's either attending some party, hanging out with his friends, staying late for his basketball practice or staying over at his friend's house.

I never got to meet him. If he's ever available, I'm the one who's not available considering that I've also got training and education right on the tiny ten-year-old palms of my hands.

And it must be fate in control not to meet him during those times. And I must say, fate probably had a plan.

I chuckle softly enough not to be heard by the two boys. This boy sure is something.

"You're pretty," James said breaking the deafening silence and my train of thoughts. Well that, again, is the least I'll be hearing at this time of the day. There's probably something wrong with the timing here.