Passing the sign that says "Welcome to Texas Drive Friendly - The Texas Way" I came all the way from Nebraska, that's right I left my awesome mansion and Ryker for Texas.
It's so quite in the car, time to make some noisssseeee!
Turning the radio on and switching to my favorite station while trying to look at the road is very difficult. Especially if your jam booms threw the speakers so loud you want to cover your ears.
"So I put my hands up! They're playing my song, the butterflies fly away!"
Rolling down the windows because it's cold inside and hot out I sing even louder.
"I'm noddin' my head like yeah. I'm movin' my hips like yeah."
Honestly I love this song even though so many people hate her I love her songs. You've got to admit it, they're really good.
My goal is to make it to Houston but I have a long way to go because I'm in a city named Sherman. Yeah... I got a long way to go.
Welp more time to jam out. Turning the radio up I switch to the fast lane and speed up.
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3 hours later.Entering downtown Dallas my eyes wonder around the whole city in awe. At night the city shines beautifully with the Bank of America Plaza and the Renaissance Tower lighting the city with life.
As I pass a Chicken Express my belly rumbles. Great. Now I'm hungry. Welp what a girl's gotta do a girls gotta do.
Looking around I see a small café and pull in the parking lot. Before I get out I pull out that guys phone I "borrowed" to check the time. It only being 9:43 pm makes me gasp.
It's passed my dinner time. I usually eat dinner at 7:00 pm because I can't wait till later.
Looking around for the cash stack gets me thinking, I really enjoy a chase but I really don't like running for long. Especially from Ryker. Instead of getting the cash I grab the credit card so Ryker can trace it back.
Getting out of the car with the credit card and phone in hand has people turning their heads to my direction.
I wonder why probably because I look like a tumbler girl. With a messy bun, sweat pants and a baggy crop top I rock the look finishing off with the original adidas shoes.
And to make matters worse, the café is packed. I think it might be the local high school's hang out. Or does that only happen in fairy tales. If so.
I'm like totally in! (Say it the way the mean girls say in the movie)
Walking in and up to the cashier catches the ones attention that didn't see me before. So basically the whole café is silent. It's awkward. Just saying.
"Can I get a strawberry milkshake please." I tried in my most polite tone.
"That'l be $2:30 please." The girl is really nice at least. Not like that one girl in the latest book I read. She was really snobby.
Pulling out the black Amex as the café gasping, even the cashier. Ok so I know this credit card is like the highest one you can get and you have to like have 10 million plus in your bank to have this but it's what was in the car and Ryker will definitely notice this and track me down. He'll find me and we'll exchange smooches.
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The Gangleader's Girl
Teen Fiction"Dang, she's hot, look at her body." "Dude, don't you know?" "Know what? That I wanna tap that? Of course!" "No bro, that she's The Gangleader's Girl." ******************************************* Sarah Winters is the sweetest, most spunkiest girl y...