Have you ever wondered how it is like to be chased by cops in pure daylight in the middle of the desert? Yeah, I don't think most of you do. I am not even going to try to explain how I got the helicopter off our tale.
Have I ever told you how much I hate fricken hate William? I already disliked him from the beginning. Well now, I can definitely say that I hate my best friend's boyfriend.
Thanks to him I had to go 200mph. through the desert. (Thank God, it was a straight away.) Then I hope I didn't kill anyone, when I crashed through that police car to get through the blockade. After I drove down 2 flights of stairs, here we were now at the subway with the crowd squealing and shouting trying to get away from the "crazy people" in the Lamborghini. Everyone was quiet in the car.
I put my head on the stearing wheel trying to put myself back together. Am I a bit nervous? Scared even? Believe me. I would love to say no, but the truth is I am terrified. Having bad guys after you is one simple problem. You just go to the cops. Having the cops after you? Then who do you go to? Even if I was scared right now wasn't the time to show it. No way was I going to let Dylan see I was scared.
Yes, I was a bit excited. I mean all these shows and movies that I watch were exactly like this. I can feel the sweet feeling of adrenaline pulsing through my veins. Although I shouldn't be excited. I should be freaking out. I could have killed someone, but I wasn't. That fact scared me even more. All I could do was keep a straight face and act like everything was normal.
I look up to see if everyone was okay. Security would probably be here soon. We need to move, but I can tell the others need a bit more time to process.
Dylan is looking at me with that "I just decapitated his kitten" face again. I want to smack it off his face. Seriously I am not that vicious!
Kinsley's pupils are dialated staring into oblivion and her lips keeping moving, but no sound comes out. She probably is in shock. She can't even ride a pharis wheel without getting scared.
William is surprisingly a lot better. He has his hands up on his head breathing deeply with his eyes shut. I probably hurt his bad neck on the harsh drive down the steps.
I have had enough of this silence, "Everyone okay?"
No answer.
"William?"
He completely ignores me.
I sigh. Maybe he wasn't in that good if shape as I thought.
I look at the others they clearly couldn't hear me. I get out of the car and open Dylan's door. I look straight into his dark brown eyes. As much as I hated it, he was my only hope I couldn't lug all 3 of them out of the car by myself in time.
"Arion?"
No answer. I could hear the guards shouting at the top of the entrance. And the C train chuggning towards us in the distance. I take his hands, which makes my eyes watery remembering the last time I took his hands like this.
"Dylan, listen to me. We need to move now. We have no other choice," I say firmly choking down the tears.
I see him come back to reality, "Wh-what?"
I cross my arms and bit my lip. Gosh I hate him! "We need to go, Genius. Help me get the others or I'm leaving you here to get arrested."
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The 2nd Chance (on hold)
Ficção AdolescenteStephanie has recently joined a new high school with her best friend, Kinsley. She as dated many guys at once for the past few years, but that all changes when she meets a basketball player at school, Arion. However due to his past history as a play...