The Brown Eyed Boy

Chapter 9

"Fuck," Drew murmured to himself, grabbing onto my hand as if to protect me. He probably wasn't expecting me to shake out of his hold and maneuver myself around his body, pushing myself out of the McDonald's doors and bolt to the car.

But I did, because I'm definitely not that dumb white bitch in horror movies that gets scared and makes everyone else protect her... I'm that dumb white bitch who tries to figure out who the killer is and how to stop him; you know, the one that always ends up dead in the end.

I slowed down my running to a walking pace when I was just a few parking spots away from Jesse's car. There was nobody around, which made no sense.

How the hell did the alarm go off? I thought to myself.

The minute the question popped into my head, I heard Kat yelling,

"Why the fuck am I locked in here?!" as she pounded her fists on the windows from the inside of Jesse's range rover.

I mouthed " Jesse has the keys," because I didn't want to yell just for her to hear me.

Jesse came jogging up behind me, clicking a button on his keys which unlocked the car. A split second later, Kat swung the door open and tumbled out, falling to her knees on the pavement.

"What the actual fuck, guys, why was I locked in the damn car?" she hissed, "I'm seventeen, not fucking five."

"I'd beg to differ, sweetheart," Jesse soothed sarcastically. Kat threw a pissed off look his way, which caused Jesse to chuckle a bit.

"You were sleeping, we didn't want to wake you from your beauty rest," I cooed, adding onto Jesse's sarcasm.

"Not that you need it, though," Jesse gushed, trying to ease the conversation so that Kat would lash out at him. "Right, princess?" he smirked.

When Kat wrinkled up her nose and snarled towards Jesse, I couldn't help but knock my head back, unable to contain my laughter. Joining me, Jesse joined my fit of laughter which resulted in Kat's lips parting into a sincere smile, hilarity written across them.

"Fuck you," Kat joked, slapping Jesse's shoulder with the back of her hand.

"No thanks, babe," Jesse smirked. Kat over-exaggerated the rolling of her eyes, adding a mumbled "how mature".

"Okay, guys, let's go now. I'm tired as shit and I need my coffee," I whined like a child.

All three of us made our way back to the McDonald's entrance. Once we pushed ourselves through the doors, Kat nudged my shoulder, cocking her head towards the bathroom. I nodded in confirmation, letting her know that Jesse and I would be at the till by giving her a reassuring smile.

I'd noticed that Jesse had shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His eyebrows were drawn into a frown, as he chewed on his right cheek. Typical Jesse. Grinning, I slipped my hand into his pocket, grabbing hold of his hand. I laced my fingers with his, knocking him out of his frustrated trance. He shifted his attention down to me and smiled, pulling his hand-and mine-out of his pocket, repositioning his grasp so he'd be more comfortable.

The cashier cleared his throat, which caught both of our attention. Without saying as much as a word, Jesse knocked his head towards the cashier, as if to tell me to go order. Once I'd shifted my attention towards the cashier and had taken a step towards him, I felt a smack across my ass, which led me to let out a shriek. Flipping my attention back to Jesse, I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Just helping you to get to the cashier faster," he chuckled. "Order, babe," he grinned.

I felt my cheeks start to burn because of the nickname he'd just given me. Babe kept repeating itself in my head, and I felt myself blush even more.