Just Bad Luck

Chapter 13: A Rainbow After The Storm?

"I'll be the one to bring her inside." A voice said lowly. 

"No, let me." Another voice told the other one.

"Bu-"

"Her mother knows me." Nobody talks after that. Then I hear something open and close. I slightly open my eyes and I was in a car. What the heck happened?

"Grace, wake up." An awfully familiar voice said after the car door closed. I open one eye to see who was talking, and saw a familiar mop of messy brown hair. Oh. Then events of awhile ago flooded back to her. I quickly sat up and bumped my head in the process. I hiss in pain.

"Are you ok-" Mitch was interrupted by someone opening the car door I was leaning on.

"Eeep!" I shriek as the door opened and made me fall back. I was ready to hit the ground in pain. But, I didn't feel any pain. I thought falling on the ground was painful? Wait, there were tanned arms supporting me. I look up and stared upon black eyes filled with concern. My eyes widen and then I quickly regain my composure and stood up to face him.

"Thank you, Gogo." I sneer at him and his eyes were no longer filled with concern, rather it was annoyance as he glared at me. I laugh and he continues to glare.

I look at my surroundings and saw that we were on our street. I turn around and see my house. I didn't remember anything after I fell asleep, just a lot of carrying.

Wait, if they were here and her bag was at school. . . Oh, shick shack. My bag! I panic and look inside the car but I didn't see my bag. I looked everywhere, even under the seats. I made a sound of frustration and pulled my hair.

"Looking for this?" Someone from outside the car said. I quickly get half of my body out the car and saw Mitch holding my bag up across the car. He was smirking and we suddenly locked eyes and I remembered what he did a while ago. I feel my face heat up and I felt Devilina slap mentally. I return to reality and thanked Devilina for slapping me. I glance at my bag that was currently in Mitch's hand and narrowed my eyes at him. I go around the car to retrieve it.

"Thank you for finding it." I was about to grab my bag when he moved it away from my reach. I try to reach it again, but he moves it away again. I grrr-ed and I started to chase him around the street.

"Give it back, Mitch!" I shout while jumping up to reach it but he was holding it higher than me. Height, why have you failed me? Mitch just laughed at me and started to dash away again.

I was beginning to become tired. He was so fast. Too fast for my liking. And too annoying.

"But, you like him anyway." Devilina says from my head.

"Who said I liked him?" I scoffed at her. She gives me a look that means 'Really?' then the word 'Denial' was written on her shirt in neon green colors. I rolled my eyes at her and tried to ease my breathing. I look up at Mitch and see him hugging my bag. Obviously waiting for me to get back up and chase him. Aw hell naw. I ain't gonna do any more running. So, I slowly walk towards him and look him in the eyes. He watched me as I neared him, never leaving my eyes. As the wind blew at my face that I realized I was soaking. I shiver from the cold.

"Give. me. back. my. bag." I say every word firmly and we had a mini staring contest. I tried to use this opportunity to grab the bag. But, he was too freaking fast. Ughhh.

"I'm getting tired of your shick shack, Gabe." I glared at him.

"Shick shack?" He raises his brow and his eyes full of amusement. I glared even harder at him and he roared in laughter. As he was laughing, I jerked my bag away from his grip and just stared at him clutching his stomach, laughing.