Divergent College

Chapter 8

Shauna's POV

Yesterday I agreed to go somewhere with Zeke.
Bad idea Shauna.
I am totally going to regret this. I don't even know where he's going to take me, likely a bar or a strip club.

I plug my phone into the charger and put the music on shuffle. Of course a song that reminds me him has to come on.
Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift.

The lyrics describe Zeke so well.

~

(Lyrics)

He said Let's get out of this town

Drive out of this city, Away from the crowds

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

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I change my clothes about five different times. I don't know what to wear. I decide to text Zeke and ask him.

S: should I dress casual or fancy? If you would have told me where we're going, then I would know what to wear

I probably shouldn't have said that last part, but oh well. He knows I hate him.

He answers me a few minutes later.
Z: fancy 😏

I don't reply. That dirty minded bastard. I put on a short, red dress that is awfully plain. I don't own any clothes that are super nice because I don't go on many dates. Especially, fancy dates.

I straighten my hair and put on light makeup. Just the usual foundation, blush, light eyeshadow, thin eyeliner, and mascara. After that, I put a light gloss on my lips. I slip on some black flats, grab my phone and my purse, and head out the door.

Zeke is parked outside the building of dorm rooms and he's sitting in his truck. He's on his phone, probably texting another girl, and he doesn't notice me. I open the passenger door and get in. He jumps a little because he didn't know I was standing at the door.
"Hey," he says and he smiles. Zeke is wearing a white dress shirt with khaki pants. He looks really nice.

"You look nice," he says.

"Thanks," I say, plainly. "You don't look too bad yourself." Why did I just say that?!

"Oh, so you think I look good?" Zeke smirks.

I roll my eyes and sigh. He starts up the truck and starts to drive down the highway.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Somewhere to eat," Zeke says.

"Where?"

"You ask too many questions."

"I'm just curious," I add. I stare out the window and watch as we pass a lot of cars. We're in the middle of town and he's speeding like a demon.

As if on cue, blue lights begin flashing from behind.

Zeke pulls over and cusses under his breath and I try and hide my face.

The police officer steps out of the car and adjusts his pants. When I look in the mirror at the police officer, I realize who it is.
My Uncle.
He works as a police officer in Chicago. He's bound to tell my parents about me being in a truck with a boy that's a speedy driver. I'm doomed.