Typical - A Lesbian Romance [NaNoWriMo 2013] // ON HOLD

Chapter Nine

Author's Note: Week two of NaNoWriMo is offically over and now onto week three!

In celebration (and apology considering this is a day late) here's an extra long chapter ~ Expect updates every other day all week long and remember to comment and vote if you're enjoying the story so far :)

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After a night like that I would have thought that maybe the excitement would have been long over. I was under the impression that I would of ended up finding Wyatt a while after we ended up separating and after sharing stories we would of went home to pick the shards of glass out of my arm that sliced through my sweatshirt sometimes between when I smashed the window and found myself laying under the truck outside of someone’s house. Of course, with the way that my luck had unfortunately been playing out, none of that actually happened. I ended up laying underneath that truck for over an hour, which I can admit was a little excessive, waiting for some sort of sign that it would be safe to go back over to where Chelsea’s truck was. Wyatt hadn’t managed to call or text me for that matter and I assumed that he was still hiding somewhere. If he had gotten arrested like I feared he would have called my cell phone or he would of called my parents to go bail him out, who then would of called me to scream about how I shouldn’t of let him do whatever it was that he told them he did.

So after deciding that I had had enough of simply laying under that truck and waiting for some sort of contact from anyone, I pulled my cellphone out from my back pocket that I had honestly forgotten I still had; thank god it didn’t fall out my pocket while I climbed the fence both times and ran off down the street. Without putting too much thought into the matter, I clicked on Chelsea’s contact and waited as the other line rang and rang. I honestly thought that she wasn’t going to pick up the phone, I didn’t bother to check what time it was before I pressed call, but on the last ring her typically chipper voice floated through the receiver.

“ Hey Sophie!” She greeted. “ How’d your first time out go?” I could hear the smile in her voice. It was a shame that I had to tell her that it hardly went as well as she was probably assuming.

“ Well” I started in a whisper. “ We went to bomb the building but Wyatt ended up falling down the fence and spilled almost all of our paste. Then the paste we had left started to freeze and it took us too long to get the poster up which was a lot bigger than we expected. Somebody must of saw us out there and called the cops because some young gun police office showed up. I had to smash through the window on the side of the building to ditch our supplies and then we had to run.” I rushed the words out from between my lips to make a long story a lot shorter than it needed it to be. For some reason telling Chelsea about all of this made me uncomfortably nervous.

 “ Where are you guys now? Are you even okay?” She asked me and I could hear anger practically dripping from her words.

“ I’m under somebodies Escalade now and I don’t know. There’s still glass in my arm and I haven’t heard anything from Wyatt. He went running towards the cop and I haven’t seen him since.” I probably sounded a lot more panicked as I whispered the story out to her than I actually was.

“ Can you hold on just a second sweetie? I have to go ask Jason if he can give me a ride to where you are” She told me almost too sweetly and I offered her a simple “yeah” in response. She must have put the phone down on something that she was standing near because the next thing I heard was her loud screaming.

“ I’m going to fucking murder that useless piece of shit! I told Wyatt exactly what he needed to do. He’s not writing with us anymore if his new past time is getting caught!” She shouted and someone in the background muttered something that I couldn’t quite make out.