Juvenile Delinquents

Gang houses

     After Art class that day, Tyson told me he had to visit some old friends. I knew what he meant and quickly gave the car keys to Willow and told her to drive Matthew and Neil home. Obeying, she scurried off to find the others and I rushed towards Tyson's lime green Lamborghini. He refused to let me in but he was stupid enough to roll down the window and allow me the option of jumping through it. He was pissed off as the drive to the city was quiet.

     "Ty?" I wanted to speak to him about the Jackson situation. It had been running through my mind the entire ride and I had no clue if we were closer to the set destination. When he hummed in response, his cold blue eyes remained on the road ahead. "I know it's a bad time but can we please talk about the Jackson thing?" I practically begged.

     Tyson side glanced me, but his eyes quickly shot back to the road. "What about him?" His body tensed up. "That he was staring you down like a hawk?" His knuckled were turning white against the leather steering wheel. "Looking at you as if he were planning your death."

     "Tyson."

     He ignored my as his jaw clenched and his mind to a different place. I knew it was a bad idea. I should have waited till we were off the road. "I swear to god, if he is planning you're death I will kill him first. I promise you that." The car moved quicker on the freeway. "I don't care if I go back to Juvie."

     "Tyson!" I said a little louder but he refused to listen to me. He ignored me and pressed harder on the gas. My heart was beating fast as he took a sharp turn off the free way. A red light was up ahead and I knew he wasn't going to stop.

     "Fucking brat." He sneered. The sight of a truck made my stomach drop. Tyson wasn't going to slow down. "I swear, my boy with slaughter him! I know exactly how to make him beg!" Tyson went faster and we crossed the red light.

     "Tyson!" I screeched as I grabbed the steering wheel and slid us out of the way. The truck honked and Tyson quickly hit the breaks as we were inches away from slamming into a light pole.

     His blue eyes were wide as he frantically came back to reality. I wanted to throw up. I had to. I felt the vomit in the back of my throat. "Are you okay?" Tyson nearly shouted as he saw how pale I was.

     Pushing the car door open, I released everything in my stomach. I couldn't contain it. He made me nervous and we nearly died because of his overthinking. "Oh god. Mel. I'm so sorry." His hands were holding back my hair and handed me a tissue. I grabbed it and wiped the sides of my mouth. "Shit, I didn't mean for this to happen!"

     Pulling back in, I slammed the door and stuck my hand out. "Gum." He rushed his hand through his pockets before pulling out a back of Extra. Popping two minty gums into my mouth, I rested my head against the headrest.

     "Are you okay?"

     I through him a glare. "No, I'm not okay. We nearly died because of your stupidity!"  I shouted and placed a hand on my forehead. "Now, I have a fucking head ache."

     "I'm so sorry, Mel. I didn't mean for that to happen." Tyson rushed out as he gripped my hand.

     Looking over at him, I sent him a small smile. "I know, but you could have killed us. I am not looking forward to dying at sixteen." We chuckled. The car was quiet within seconds. "Listen, I don't know what you're thinking but everything will be fine. Just that next time we have this Jackson discussion, I'll make sure we're not in a moving vehicle."

     Tyson nodded his head and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Agreed." As he pulled the car out of park, his hand rubbed mine affectionately. "Close your eyes. I'll drive slower." Closing my eyes, I tried not thinking about the near death experience. If I did, I'd be sure to throw up again. Instead, I listened to the soft hum of the music and Tyson's reassuring hand. I hadn't realized that I'd fallen asleep.