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「 thirteen 」

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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When I exit the school building, the cold wind flows through the air and brushes up against me, freezing my skin. I really didn't want to walk in this kind of weather, but dads at work and Luke needed to go home during lunch because he felt sick. So now, I'm stuck with walk and my house is about thirty minutes away, but if I want to go home I need to walk. I begin to walk down the sidewalk that leads to my house; a few moments pass and a car pulls up beside me which causes me to stop.

"Get it." Mitchell demands.

I raise my eyebrows at him "who do you think you're talking to like that?."

He rolls his eyes "the ghost floating next to you." He answers sarcastically "now get it." He demands once again. I can't believe that I once thought that Mitchell was a nice guy and that I just misunderstood him. I think I need to go see a professional since something is clearly wrong with him.

"Why?." I ask "finally planning on killing me?." I finish. I knew this day was coming that one of us would kill the other and honestly, I thought it'd be me killing him. But apparently I'm wrong because here we are, my life is about to end after eighteen years of living.

Mitchell snorts "trust me if I wanted to kill you I would of done it the minute I pulled in you into the janitor's closet." He states, referring to the time where he pulled me into the closet to tell me that the rumour of us dating was being spread around, it still is. I've started gaining strange looks and girls giving me the death glare "besides you aren't worth going to jail for." He tells me.

It's my turn to roll my eyes "wow, aren't you sweet?."

"Just get in the car." He orders, probably sick of this conversation.

I shake my head "no, I'm fine with walking." I tell him "but thanks." With that, I begin to walk again. Mitchell's following me, I know he is; I can hear the car slowly driving behind me as I walk. Why is he being so stubborn? He must badly want to kill me. Maybe, he's planning on driving the car off a cliff.

"You really want to walk all the way home? It's a thirty minute walk." He informs me of something I already know. He's right, I truly don't want to walk all the way home. Even though I'm active and I run, I do that when I want do and I'm having to walk when I don't want to which is why I'm not liking this. He's pushing the right buttons and I hate that.

"Well how else do you think I stay this beautiful?." I ask him, I'm standing my ground. He eventually has to move, he can't just drive slowly behind me forever, right? Why this? Why now? Why is he being an idiot?

"Plastic surgery." He immediately answers. I go to say something, but the noise of someone honking stops me from doing so. I turn around and see someone behind Mitchell, leaning outside their driver's window with an annoyed look on their face. Mitchell, hearing the noise too, leans outside his window "wait your turn!." He exclaims toward the person behind him. Oh goodness, why? Why?

"This isn't the line at McDonald's! Do the speed limit!." The male in the car behind him exclaims toward Mitchell. People around me begin to stare our way at the commotion that's going on. I've always known that Mitchell is an idiot and this situation just proves it. Why am I in the middle of this?

"Don't blame me, blame her! She won't get in the car!." Mitchell tells the man, pointing his index finger at me. An offended look crosses my features; I'm not surprised, I'm just offended that he's blaming me for him driving slow when he's the one in the car! I'm not even in the car, I'm out of it!

The man in the car turns to me "what's wrong with you?." The man asks "just get in the car, why are you being so stubborn?!." He shouts in my direction. From the corner of my eye, I see Mitchell with a smirk on his face. He knows he's going to win, he knows that I'm going to get in the car and allow him to drive me home.

I can feel anger coursing through my veins "fine, I'll get in the car!." I shout, so the both of them can hear me. I stomp to the passenger door of Mitchell's car and get in after placing my bag on the floor in front of my seat. With a big smirk on his face, he starts going the speed limit "have I mentioned how much I hate you?." I ask him.

"It's the only thing I enjoy coming out of your mouth." He replies and that's the end of that. I lean against the door and look out the window with my arms crossed against my chest. Trees, houses and people walking underneath the cloudy sky go by in a blink of an eye, I hate being in the car with him. There's no way for me to run. As we drive, I realise we aren't heading toward our houses.

I narrow my eyes in confusion "our houses are that way." I inform me, pointing behind me.

Mitchell chuckles "I never said I was taking you home." He tells me.

He said he wasn't going to kill me, but I don't believe him.