Road Trip // c.h.

Road Trip

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-Jessi

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Chapter 1:

"Wait stop!" I scream, chasing after the bus. My heart pounds against my chest, and my lungs burn but I will my legs to move faster.

It's kinda hard to run when you're toting a duffle bag and a backpack loaded with all your earthly possessions.

"Wait please," I whisper, collapsing on to the hot pavement. The wind whistles in my ears, whipping up a sizzling mirage on the asphalt before me.

Defeated, I pick up my duffle and trudge back to the dirty McDonalds near the truck stop.

Now you're probably wondering what an 18 year old girl from LA is doing at a deserted truck stop in the middle of Nowhereville Texas. Okay, so basically I'm one of 7 kids,and my mom works herself to death to support me and my siblings. Trust me, a 9 to 5 cubicle job just covers food and rent. No more, no less. My dad died 2 years ago, and my older brothers and i figured it was our responsibility to get ourselves an education and help mom as much as possible. So I worked hard during highschool, qualified for a scholarship, and left to go to school at The University of Florida.

The catch is my mom thinks I've been in Florida for almost a month now getting settled. When she dropped me off at the airport in early June, I didn't have the heart to tell her I had no money for an airplane ticket and I was taking a charter bus.

Go figure I'd end up stuck in Texas with no way to contact her since my cell had died weeks ago. Plus, her knowing I was trapped in a rinky-dink McDonalds in the middle of no where would just make her worried.

And it would make me look weak.

I hated being weak.

So that's why I was currently sat at the back of McHell, nibbling a crappy dollar wrap. It was better than wasting tuition money and eating something only slightly more appetizing.

"Think of your future Teagan, this is better in the long run," I assure myself, gulping hesitantly as I bring the tortilla filled with a nameless meat towards my mouth. A bell near the front of the store signals someone's entered, breaking me from the slight trance my food had put me in.

A group of 4 guys - attractive guys i might add - around my age walk to the counter, laughing and pushing each other around jokingly as they take turns ordering. In a moment the have their trays and they make their way towards.... me?

No.

God no.

Please no.

I hadn't showered in days. My hair was slicked in to a messy ponytail, pulled through a Yankees cap. An oversized pair of sweats and a band shirt consisted of my outfit. God, I looked horrible and they're sitting at the booth across from me. Great.

Can this get any worse?

I bring my arm back to cross it over my chest and it bumps my cup of water, splattering it across the table, over my food, and straight in to my lap.

Immediately, one of the guys jumps up and start to help me mop up the mess. I begin to protest, but I can hardly say a word before it's all cleaned up.

"Hey, you got a little something on your shirt," One of the guys offers from the booth, with a trace of sarcasm in his voice.

Australian accent. Great. Hot foreigners. It couldn't have been just a group of hot Americans. No no, no.

This was definitely 'Make Teagan Look Like a Fool' day.

I look up to make a witty remark and my eyes meet a pair of dark ones, looking at me with concern.

"There's some water on your backpack," He nods, giving me an embarrassed smile.

Apparently it can get worse.