The Switch

Luna-3

Author's Note: How are y'all liking it so far? Hope it isn't too boring. Anyway votes and comments are appreciated very much. Later darlings!
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"Luna, hurry or you're going to be late for the bus!" I heard my mom yell downstairs and then a door slam shut.

My eyes immediately opened. "Crap." I sighed. I overslept again. At this rate, my dreams of my legs being toned by Christmas might actually come true.

I turned my head and looked at my old digital clock and stared at the time, calculating the time I had to get ready and how long it would take me to get to school. Not enough, but fortunately I straightened my hair the night before. Slowly, I got out of bed and put music on through my surround sound as I mindlessly got ready.

I was out the door a little sooner than I expected when I heard someone call my name. "Luna!" When I looked up it was Hunter, standing by his car in his driveway. "You need a ride?"

The leather passenger seat caused a shiver run past me as I put on my seatbelt. Hunter must have noticed because he said, "The material's kind of a bother during this weather, but luckily I have a good heater." He cranked the heat to the max as we waited for the engine to warm up.

I just nodded and smiled a little. "Oh."

It was a bit awkward, well, it seemed Hunter was the one that was actually uncomfortable. Even as a kid and now, I'm not much of a talker. I'm not upset, I just enjoy being silent. But people seem to not catch that.

Hunter began to meddle with the radio as I turned my head to the window. I let out a quiet, warm breath against it as I began replaying a song in my head I discovered last night.

"That's really beautiful,"

I nearly jumped at Hunter's voice. I zoned out again. "What?" I blinked and stared at the window. I drew tiny flowers eventually growing to form deep, teary eyes. "Sorry."

He shook his head. "It's fine," Hunter drove surprisingly careful. When we stopped a red stop sign he looked both ways twice. I muffled a giggle. "What's so funny?" He sounded relieved for some reason.

"You drive like my grandpa." I couldn't help but actually giggle this time.

"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow as he began to speed up on the empty road.

I raised an eyebrow back at him. I crossed my legs nonchalntly as if I was the most calmest person in the world. "How far have you gone?" I asked him casually as I saw the speed-o-meter was reaching 120 MPH.

"Why aren't you scared?" Something in his tone made me answer quickly.

"Why are you nervous?" Even though you could barely see it, but his hands were tense on the steering wheel and he was licking his bottom lip like clockwork. The reaction piqued my interest.

"Seriously, though?"

"Well, answer my question first."

He hesitated. "A little over two-eighty."

I blinked, internally surprised. "Why?"

Hunter hesitated again. "Your turn."

Fair enough. "I don't know why. I just wanted to see how far you would go."

He barked a laugh. "You were just curious. That's not normal."

I've been called worse. "Apparently you aren't either."

"What do you mean?" The statement seemed to puzzle him.

"You haven't gone over two-hundred."

He looked surprised for a moment before he began to speed up. We were near school already and I was surprised that the road was still empty. We were nearing the last light before turning to the school parking lot. Hunter's forehead began to moisten up and his knuckles on the steering wheel were death white, no longer opening and closing his hands like earlier. "Let me out." I told Hunter.

He didn't seem to hear me. "I said let me out." I repeated more clearly this time. Up ahead I could see the green light growing closer. He was quiet, still speeding. "Stop!" The seatbelt pierced my chest as the tires loud screeching made me want to rip off my ears. We were nearly ten yards away from the green light.

Hunter instantly began to gasp and sputter as if he was underwater for a long period of time. As soon as the light turned yellow a large eighteen-wheeler sped across in front of us illegaly; probably as fast as us. Hunter jumped, nearly screaming. He looked like he wanted to cry.

I was about to place my hand on his shoulder, but I changed my mind. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have challenged you like that . . . . . but I think you shouldn't hide yourself from people like that."

Hunter instantly glared at me. "What do you know, freak?"

This time I flinched. "Sorry." I said gently. "Thanks for the ride." I unbuckled the seatbelt and stepped out of the car, feeling like crap.

Stupid brain. I've always had the habit of saying the wrong questions or comments, and it makes everyone feel uncomfortable around me. Sighing, I looked both ways before crossing as I began to walk the rest of the way to school.

I could still hear Hunter's engine still running, but not moving. Until finally I heard the wheels moving on the old road. I turned my head, the back of Hunter's car driving the opposite direction.

I sighed in relief that he was driving in the legal speed limit.