Turbulence

2.

Present day.
Mailene in MM 😍
Mailene✨

"Mailene, please help with the rest of these bags," Raquel whines.

Currently we were moving the remainder of our stuff from our parents house to our grandmother's. I haven't actually been a great help because I've cried majority of the time.

"Why can't you just do it yourself? There's only 2 bags," I say rolling my eyes and turning my attention back out the window.

"Stop being selfish. You act like you're the only one who's sad," She says before walking out of the room.

Soon, she returns with the last two bags. I look at her when she walks in and we make eye contact. She rolls her eyes and plops down on her bed.

"Why are you so agitated?" I turn towards her.

"You're being selfish," She says before turning over to face the wall.

Without responding I get up and put my shoes on and leave out of the room. I walk out of the front door and begin walking. Not to any where in particular, just walking.

As I walk down the street, a black charger stops next to me and the window rolls down to reveal a very good looking male in the drivers seat.

"Aye, why you out here at this time?" He asks trying to look into my eyes.

"I'm just walking," I say while trying to walk away but he drives right along side me.

"Well I'd hate for something to happen to you. Let me take you where you tryna go."

"Why are you worried? You don't even know me," I scoff.

"You are right, but I can't leave a pretty girl out here by herself."

I sort of blush but I try to hide it, "I'll be fine. You can go now."

"Look, you can either get in the car or keep walking with me trailing you. Sounds weird but I'm just trying to assure your safety," He says with a shrug of his shoulders.

I stop walking and take a deep breath before opening the door and getting in.

"Awe I see you've made a decision," He brags.

"Whatever," I say looking out the window.

"So what's your name?"

I sigh, "Mailene."

"Nice. I'm Trayvontis but people usually call me Tray," he says with a huge smile and I notice he has braces.

I just smile back at him because the blush is real.

"Well how old are you, Mailene?"

"I'm 16."

"Oh lord. I done caught me a highschooler," he says laughing.

I scrunch up my face because I'm not sure I understand.

"Look, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so you can choose if you'd like me to take you home still."