I stared at her as we drove on the road whist she kept a keen distance between us, her being ahead of me by a few meters. I placed my two fingers on my lips, the tingling sensation still lingering in them. I started imagining scenarios where Jinx had said that she liked me instead of saying that she hated me when I confessed to her. Maybe we wouldn't even be here, maybe she would have never punched my face, maybe we never would've met Mental Janet. Who knows?
I looked at her some more, trying to fight off the urge to just grab her and kiss her again. Of course, the only thing driving me to fight it is my extreme cowardliness because other than that, I would've went for it, I mean, I couldn't care less as long as I got to place my lips on hers and feel the same, pleasuring sensation she gave me. Even the thought is giving me shivers.
Thanks, Janet. If you never came along, she probably never would've done that. I thought in my mind.
I wonder what had happened to her...
I snapped out of my thoughts as I saw that Jinx had stopped. We were in the middle of the highway and I couldn't help but feel puzzled at her sudden action.
Yes but the other sudden action, you took quite an advantage out of it. One part of my mind said, making me blush.
"Someone's following us." She said then turned around to squint at the empty road behind us.
"What are you talking about?" I asked as I looked at her in utter confusion.
"I can feel it. We're being followed." She continued squinting then her eyes widened to saucers. "Calvin!!!" She yelled and pushed me to the side while she fell on top of me. We were off of the road and all I could see was my bike getting hit by a huge, black-tinted BMW. It screeched as the rubber of the wheels scratched against the hard road.
"What in the world...?" I questioned.
"Told you." She simply said got up, helping me up along with her. Her bike was fine and I couldn't help but feel sad. Mine was just on the road, leaking gas, smashed to bits.
The car didn't stop. It only turned to face us and charged like a bull and a red flag. I jumped out of the way while Jinx up onto the windshield. That girl is just too goddamned brave.
She stared at the windows ferociously before climbing onto the roof and taking out her gun from her back pocket. She started shooting at the roof and I didn't see the point in that because I was pretty sure that you couldn't see people through the roof of their car...
"What are you doing?!" Jinx yelled at me. "Stop standing there like an idiot and help me!"
I was too frozen in my spot to move.
She grunted and continued shooting through the roof then there was a loud honk of the horn. The car had stopped but the honking continued. She let out a breath of air and jumped off, breaking the window and unlocking the driver's seat. I slowly made my way to her as she started dumping out bodies from the vehicle. She had already unlocked the door for me.
"Why were you randomly shooting the roof?" I asked, curious.
"I wasn't. When you live a life like mine, you tend to memorize the positions where people would be sitting from the roof of a car."
"Aren't you supposed to interrogate them?"
"Yeah. I saved one body. Duh." She said, holding up a scrawny guy, about sixteen years old at max.
"How did you know not to kill the easy guy?"
"I didn't."
She forced the poor guy on his knees and pointed her gun at him. "Okay, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tell me who you're working for and why you're following us or you die."
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Being Deviant
Teen Fiction"It's my time. This is it. It's time to be deviant." Calvin James is a nerd, a doormat and a pushover however, he's one heck of a curious boy. Jinx is a mystery. One moment, she's an honor student, a typical biker chick, a magician, she's everythi...