✔ Run Baby Run ✖ punk hood au

ix - car rides with criminals

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Baby dumpling was weird as hell.

I smoked my cigarette from the inside of my car at the end of the school's car park as I watched Gwen Guzman from my rearview mirror. In a haste, she sprinted past my car, through the gates and out onto the street where the bus stop was. Unfortunately for her, she was a few seconds to late.

I flicked my cigarette out the window, turning the key in the ignition as I watched Gwen catch her breath and mentally kick herself in the nuts. I backed my car out of the stall and exited the car park, driving towards the polished, petite girl. I stalled the car next to her, several cars honking at my sudden stop.

They can go fück themselves in the asshole.

Gwen glanced my way and I saw the color drain from her face. I was obviously the last person she wanted to see right now and I don't blame her. I wasn't exactly as sweet as apple pie to her this morning.

"Need a ride?" I asked her, peeking my head out the window. She just stared at me with her eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused with my offer.

"No thanks," Gwen declined, walking away. I pressed the gas pedal lightly, following her down the sidewalk.

"Come on baby dumpling, what are you going to do? Walk to the outreach center? Don't be stubborn," I taunted.

"How do you even know that's where I'm going?" she threw her hands to her hips, sass dripping from her words.

I smirked, "I'm not a complete idiot Gwen. Of course that's where you're going. Bus 450 stops right in front of it."

"I'm not getting into a car with you," she declared. "I don't trust you!"

Ouch.

"Understandable," I agreed, "but let me make it up to you for this morning? Let me give you a lift."

"I shouldn't even be talking to you, let alone riding in a car with a criminal," she justified.

"Listening to that dickface Luke Hemmings I see," I observed and she sent a death glare my way.

The car behind me honked its horn several times, annoying the shit out of me. I stuck my head out the window and faced the driver, an older white guy in some convertible.

"Can't you fucktard see that I'm trying to have a conversation with this little lady? Drive around me you idiot!" I yelled angrily, causing the man flip his middle finger at me before pulling out from behind my car.

"Delinquent!" he bellowed as he drove pass.

I rolled my eyes, turning my head to look at Gwen, but she wasn't there anymore. I frantically searched for the little geisha, scanning the area carefully, only to see her a few yards away at the corner. She was among a crowd of people who were about to cross the street. The walk light flashed, cueing those on the corner to start their trek to the other end. I revved up my engine, whipping the car around the corner and stopping it in the middle of the street, barricading the people from furthering their endeavors to the other side.

"What the hell?"

"Are you crazy?"

"You could've killed someone!"

A slew of bellows and obnoxious profanities came hurling my way but I didn't really care. Their words were nothing to me-- they couldn't hurt me. Not when I've already been so hurt in the past, that there was absolutely nothing that could possibly break me down now.