We woke up next to each other. His right arm was around me. I woke up and headed upstairs to have a shower. We're going to be late to school if we don’t leave in 10 minutes. I woke him up. Showed him the time which made him go from groggy to fully awake.
I grabbed a key from the rack. Pressed the unlock button. The Maserati beeped. So Maserati it is. I stepped on the gas and expertly weaved through traffic. We got to school in the nick of time.
We were at the lockers when I was pulled back roughly.
"Why did you come to school with him?!" the angry cheerleader is back.
I just stared at her face with my fist clenched in a ball. Nick held my balled up fist in his hands and faced the angry cheerleader.
"Go away Fiona. I spent the night at Sasha's house. What happened is something that is just between her and me," he said.
'What is he doing?'
Fiona started tearing up and pounced at me.
I moved out of the way, tripped her, picked her up by her uniform and pushed her against the locker.
"You never learn do you?" I hissed. "I already warned you to never touch me or my stuff. To stay away from me. What part of that concept is so hard for you to grasp?" I pinned her harder on the lockers.
Nick pried my hands from her. I released my grip. Fiona crumbled to the floor. I just left her there to weep.
"You are really scary when you are mad," he said. "Did you get into a fight that's why you have that bruise and the cut on your lip?"
"Something like that."
"You really shouldn't. You are way too pretty to be involved in fights."
"I can take care of myself. The guy who did this just played dirty."
"A guy hit you?!"
"It's nothing. Come on, we are late for class."
In class, he passed me a note.
Lunch?
No can do. Got stuff to do.
What stuff?
Just stuff.
L
During lunch, I went to the library. I needed a quiet place to really drill myself with this Saturday's job. By the end of lunch period, I pretty much am up to date with the operations of this child trafficking man.
I sat down next to Nick in history. He passed me another note.
You sending me home right?
Not like I have a choice do I?
Why are you so mean today?
No I am not.
I am hungry.
So?
Make me something when we go back to your place. I left my bag there anyway so you have no choice.
Fine.
"So what do you feel like eating?" I asked him as we entered the kitchen.
"What are you good at making?"
"Lemme check what is in the fridge then we'll decide."
Rummaging through the fridge that had not that much left.
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Hunting for Time
Random"Please! Please let me go! Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" he pleaded. He was blindfolded and bounded. Little did he know, those were the last words he had spoken. Sasha Hunter cleaned the knife of the blood from slitting his throat and...
