Grey

5

They made their exchange, the men stood and watched as she walked to the car and put the case in the trunk she stood by the hood of the car nodded to them and got inside, she pulled away and drove off. The inside of the car was dead silent.

"What's in the case?"

She looked over at me.

Returned her sight to the road.

"Fucking answer me, fuck type a shit you got going on shawty."

It was quiet in the car for a couple a minutes. Then she started speeding up slowly as she gripped the wheel, the throttle was beating and she was going faster than any girl I know has ever gone.

She hit 123 and then she snapped.

"There are guns in that case Travis, I'm now going to drive to the fucking handler who's going to take them away from me. And give me my fucking money. So I can survive."

She said and she hit the breaks sharply. We were in a parking lot.

"All I want is to escape this life. And that's close to fucking impossible," she said as she turned to me. "You came here for vacation to escape your hell? Well this is my bloodclaat hell, this is my eternal fucking hell."

She got out slamming the door and opening the trunk, she walked out towards another red yaris, when the driver rolled his window down.

I could see her fingers tighten on the case and she moved towards the back doors bending her hand into the waist of her shorts.

It happened so fucking quick.

She dived to the left taking the case with her and shots started going off.

She rolled under the car as the driver door opened and I grabbed my seat. He looked around. Confused. I saw her come out on the other side, and stoop, crawling with the case in her hand, the guy crept around the car to the left searching for her and she crawled over to the car beside ours.

While the guy was distracted going to search by other cars she crept around to the drivers seat jumping in and throwing the case on my lap.

"Aura what the fuck!"

She sat, holding on to the key and the steering.

"Travis." She said, clenching her teeth.

"Be quiet." She said.

She waited.

I saw her watching him. She waited until he was on the furthest end of the lot.

Then she hit the ignition and tore through the parking lot.

The guy was spinning around looking for the sound of the car. And we shit through the lot and out on the streets, she sped down the street cutting through traffic, taking alleyways.

"I need to leave, I'm going to drop you off at school and I'm going to go pack my shit and I'm going to leave this place and get my ass on a fucking plane and leave this island. In done with this shit! I'm fucking done!" She shouted as she hit the steering wheel.

I was sitting there fucking speechless.

What kinda shit was this kid in?

This morning she seemed so simple.

She laughed with a nigga.

Now she's shot at a guy who was shooting back, traded in illegal shit and I'm sitting in the passenger seat.

I liked it when she smiled. I wanted to see her smile more.
I wanted to give her a reason to smile. I wanted her to be safe.

"Come with me."

She ignored me.

"Don't fucking ignore me, come with me, come to the hotel tonight, we'll go to the north coast for the rest of the week, it'll be your mini vacation. You can do what you want after. But fucking come with me." I said.

She sat in thought for atleast 10 minutes on the drive back to the school. She parked at the dorms. Turned to me and said.

"Get out, I'll need help." She said quickly, turned and got out.

I smiled, and go out walking behind her with the case in my hand.

"Uhm, what the fuck do I do with this?"

"I'm selling it, I'll need the money."

She opened her dorm door, went to the closet, grabbed three suitcases and told me to help her pack. So I did.
I emptied her drawers, grabbed her shit from her bathroom, and threw her personal items in. After every drawer I emptied she'd go to the drawer, and lift the lining of the bottom pulling it away and revealing cash, jewelry and ammo.

She packed the cash, and the jewelry. And dropped the ammo in the case.

She counted in whispers as she added the ammo to the case.

"560."

"880"

"900"

"Travis, that drawer, by my bed. Look in it take my gun out. And bring it to me, if you're afraid of prints just use the sheets to bring it over here."

Nigga.

I stood there, kinda shocked, kinda impressed.

But I went over, grabbed the sheet and opened the drawer, I grabbed the gun and walked over to her.
She took it silently, looking up at me briefly.

She stood up balancing out our heights.

Pulled her shirt up and put the new gun to the other side.

"I'm ready." She said. She walked to her fridge and grabbed some snacks. Offering a sandwich to me.

I declined.

She shrugged and unwrapped it eating as she dragged her suitcase behind her.

I followed with the other two, the case laying on top.

I watched her ass bounce as she pulled the case behind her.

Shit we might be in some runaway shit but she's bad ass hell. Walking down the hallway with my jacket on.

We got to the car. And she drove me to my driver on the other side of the school. I knocked on the window waking him up. It was atleast 6 PM.

"Hey my mans, My friends spending the rest of the vacation with me please make the proper arrangements." He nodded and began to make calls.

I went over to her car.

"Do what you gotta do."

I said to her.

"Meet us at the Wyndham. I'll bring your bags in my car."

She nodded, distractedly.

"I'll see you later."

She nodded again.

I called the driver over to carry her bags.

When we finished I leaned over through her window and stared at her.

"Be safe." I said softly.

She turned to look at me.

She stared.

She was trying to read me.

And I kissed her.

Lightly. On the lips. And she tensed. Then softened and kissed me back so lightly.

Shit. It felt good.

And I never kiss hoes.

But she, was far from a fucking hoe.