Keep Your Enemies Closer

The chance he so kindly gave me

I ended up not replying to Chandler's text and fell asleep. If I weren't that exhausted from pop's birthday party, I might have been a little more anxious. But I didn't pay his text any more mind. I just wanted to forget about him, because he was confusing me even more than I want.

The next day I started getting worried. He didn't bother to double text me or call me, so I was relieved at first. But then I started thinking and some guys don't like it when they don't get a reply right? Not like he should expect one, but still. What if I upset him even more?

But what if it isn't really him anyways. I could be wrong and maybe it was just a stranger, who thought he would text a person named speedy, but in reality he was texting me? I know there's only a small chance that was true, but I would hold on to that. Until Monday after school.

School was over and I was happy to walk home. Alone, because I told Mike and Danny about my encounter with Chandler. They didn't believe me when I said I felt save now and to be honest, I shouldn't have said it that early. I didn't tell anybody about the text, because if I did, they'd ask more questions than I could answer.

As I was walking back to my house, which is only minutes away from school, I saw a car slow down next to me on the street. It was a fancy one, but I had no idea about cars, so I could not tell you which one it was. It had a nice color, though. I haven't seen a lot of dark green cars yet.

When I heard its motor stop behind me, I quickened my pace. I looked around me and saw nothing around. Nothing worth stopping for. This made me feel uneasy and when I heard footsteps behind me, I was about to start running, but the person took a grip of my coat.

"Not again. I don't feel like running today, darling." His husky voice stopped me in my steps. I turned around and sure enough Chandler Hawkes was standing in front of me again. I felt relieved, much to my surprise.

I looked around us, just in case he decided to kill me. And he had picked a perfect spot, because there was no one around. I looked up at his face. He didn't smirk or grin like last time. He had a frown on his face. His coat was black, just as someone would expect.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, trying to act casual.
"You didn't reply to my text." He shrugged as if it was logical.
"Did you expect me to?" I ask in disbelieve and he caught up.

"Do you still think I'd wanna murder you? Are you mental?" He asked and I scoffed.
"No! Why would you say that?" My angry voice yelled.
"Why would you think I'd murder you? Sure, I'm pissed, but not psycho." His finger made a circle next to his head.

"What do you want from me then? I apologized and I can't do more than that." I threw my hands in the air, which made him step back.
"Your apology isn't going to teach you a lesson. No one messes with me, do you hear me? No one. I get that you're sorry now that you know who I am, but that doesn't change the fact that you humiliated me." He grit out and I stepped back now. The tips of his ears were starting to get red and he was really angry.

"A lesson?" I held back my stuttering. Was he serious?
"Yes, a lesson." He nodded.
"What kind of lesson?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"I have been thinking about this for quite a while. And I think I've come up with a rational idea." He smirked as he stepped closer to me.
"For the time being you will be my slave." He shrugged and stopped only inches away from me. My jaw dropped.

"Y-your slave?" I stuttered and he nodded.
"Yes, someone who jumps whenever I say it. Consider yourself lucky." He growled and I gulped. A slave? I would rather die than be a slave.

"No." I closed my eyes.
"Pardon?" He asked and I opened my eyes again.
"You heard me. You can't do worse than kill me. I will not be your slave." I said.

"Very well then. You want me to sue your family. You know who my father is, right? The shirt I wore when you dumped that cocktail over my head was expensive and is now ruined. I would make you buy me a new one, but it cost more than your life, so I figured I'd give you a chance. Huh, guess you don't want it after all." He shrugged, knowing he got to me.

My mom works two jobs and she is hardly able to afford our house and the car. We can't really afford much since my father isn't around and she has to pay for everything. When Chandler started walking away I panicked.

"Wait!" He turned around.
"I-I will be your slave. Whatever you say, I'll do. But please don't sue us." I said in a low voice.
"Good. Get in, we're going to my place." He said and my eyes widened.

"Y-your place?" I asked as my legs dragged me towards his car, where he was standing.
"You stutter an awfully lot. Is there any way you could stop that?" He asked irritated as he opened the door for me.

"My mom will worry." I ignored his insult and shook my head.
"Send her a text. You'll be home soon. It's not like I'll kidnap you." He rolled his eyes. He seemed eager to get me in the car, which only made me feel uneasy. But I was also excited, because I was about to see where he lived and maybe even meet his father, who my mom is a fan of.

I only nodded and was about to get into the car, when I realized he opened the driver's door.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked and I looked back at him. Did he expect me to drive?
"I can't drive." I shrugged and he frowned.

"You can't drive?" He asked perplexed.
"How old are you, fifteen?" His voice mocked me and I just scowled.
"No, I'm almost seventeen." I said and he sighed dramatically, before nodding.

"Well, then. Get in the passenger seat. I'll drive." He said and I nodded. We got in and he started the engine. I was nervous, but excited.