Unpredictable Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I have no idea why I woke up so fucking early. The shower water begins to turn cold and I hastily shut off the overhead faucet. My hand whips open the curtain and I reach for my towel. A loud knock pounds against the bathroom door, interrupting my relaxation, and Aunt Jocelyn lets herself into the bathroom. She chuckles at my naked appearance, and I scowl at her.

"Wow is that a Brazillian body wax?" She asks me.

"Is there a reason why you're in here while I'm showering, and in case you haven't noticed, super naked?" I ask her as I wrap my towel around me to protect my body from the chilly air and her eyes.

"Jeez, your tits are bigger than mine!" She exclaims, peeking down at her own chest to compare.

"Okay, Aunt Jocelyn. What do you want?" I ask annoyed.

She giggles at herself. "I'm off to work, if you need me call my cell. " She instructs me.

"No. No way, you can't leave me trapped here all day." Panic fills my tone as I think about being stranded in this house all damn day.

"Oh, yeah. Take the old mustang, I'll leave the keys on the counter for you. You can drive stick shift right?" She asks. I roll my eyes and nod, dismissing her from the bathroom. Luckily she leaves and closes the door behind her.

My hand searches through the bathroom cabinet for another towel. When my hand feels the furry texture of the towel I pull it out and wrap it around my soaked hair. I make my way to my room and drop my towel into a pool around my feet. My eyes lazily scan through my luggage until I find an outfit suitable enough to wear today. I settle on a tan shirt with faded jeans that I'm positive I borrowed from Angelyse. Being too lazy to style my hair, I rake my fingers through it's damp, knotted, length and allow it to air dry. After one last glance in the mirror, I make my way to the car.

At first I wasn't really sure where I was going, just absentmindedly driving. The roads here are unfamiliar and I was just looking for something to lunge out at me, to demand my attention. The stop light up ahead flickers to red and I bring the car to a stop. A truck pulls up in the lane to my left and a fairly attractive male winks at me with the window down. His engine revs and I raise my brows and give him a smirk.

Purposely, I turn my attention away from him and raise the volume on the radio. This stranger boy may be trying to attract--and challenge--me but little does he know that my older cousin Trevor used to work on this car.

Just as the light turns green I shoot the parallel driver a wink and slam on the gas pedal. The mustang darts forward and the speed inclines to a speedy 85. My eyes check the rear view mirror and I see the truck in my dust. I give a girly, maniac, laugh when a frightening sound freezes my laugh. My foot comes off the gas pedal as I see my worst fear behind me. A groan escapes my lips and I lightly press the brakes as the red and blue lights signal for me to pull over. I slam my hands against the steering wheel and bring the car to a stop on the curb of the road, a stream of profanities oozing from my lips. A woman with deep brown hair, stunning green eyes, in an officer uniform approaches my window. I hastily pull my drivers liscence from my wallet. The woman officer knocks on my window and I roll it down in annoyance.

"S'cuse me miss I'm gonna have to see your liscence and registration." She says in a smooth, melodic tone. I hand her my liscence.

"I have no idea where the registration is..." I mumble. She investigates my liscence before bringing her eyes back up to meet my face.

"Okay, why does your liscence say Atlanta and your liscence plate say Dallas?" She questions me. I sigh, aggravated.

"Because I'm obviously not from Dallas, this is my Aunt's car." The female officer nods in understanding. I let out a frustrated huff and she lifts her eyes up to my face with a raise of her brows.