Misadventures Of A Sneak

SECOND INCIDENT

"Why the hell would anybody leave something like that in the middle of the freaking road?!" I exclaimed, freaking out. "We almost died! Oh my God! If my parents find out what almost happened to us, they would simultaneously have a heart attack!"

"It's okay, they won't find out." He said, still not looking up.

"How are you so nonchalant right now?!" I asked in disbelief.

"We should get of here." He took out his phone, looking worried. 

"What?" I asked when he cussed.

He looked at me, grimacing.

"No signal."

I gaped at him in disbelief before walking to his car and grabbing my backpack from the window. I took out my phone and groaned. No bars.

"Where the hell are we?!" I asked hysterically.

"We're a little bit far off the main houses, that's why there's not much signal here. But I don't think that plank was an accident. We have to get out of here."

"What do we do?" I asked.

He was thoughtful for a minute before he answered me. "We should just leave my car and walk for a little bit. There's a gas station not far from here. We could use a payphone and call a mechanic and a cab company or somebody. If you see anybody coming, hide quickly. Come on." He said, standing up as well. He closed all the windows of his car and made sure all the doors are locked before we started walking, heading towards the direction of the gas station.

Before we could get far, we saw a taillight up ahead speeding towards us. 

Nash grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me towards the nearest trees. We crouched in hiding while peeking as the car drove passed us, stopping besides Nash's car. 

Two men got out of the car, inspecting Nash's. We were far enough away that we couldn't hear what they were saying, nor see their faces, but they were looking around to see if there's anybody around. We crouched lower, barely moving to avoid making any noise. The shorter one took out something from his pocket and was fumbling at the driver's side door of Nash's car. 

Nash cursed under his breath as the man yanked his car door open and the two men started rummaging inside. 

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Not long after the two men started raiding Nash's car, another car approached and they bailed, hurrying to their own car and speeding off. 

We've been walking for a while now and my feet are starting to hurt. 

"I thought you said, 'not far'!"

"Stop complaining! We're almost there!"

"Really? Cause I don't see it." 

"You know your complaints aren't gonna make all this any better, right?"

"I don't care! My feet hurts!"

"You are such a whiner. Aren't you just planning to go to the venue on your bike?! Don't you know how much worst that is? Now shut up and just walk."

I huffed. He's got a point, but still! What the hell!?

"Bossy much?" 

He glared at me, but I just stick my tongue out to him.

"You're a five year old."

"You're a five year old." I mocked under my breath. 

"Shut up." Guess he heard me.

"Shut up." I mimicked. I can't help it. The pitter-patter of our steps against the gravel is the only thing that can be heard. That kind of silence is unbearably uncomfortable. That and I'm tired and frustrated at the same time, all of which brings out the five year old in me.