Magcon BoyxBoy

Don't Jump The Gun // Jameron

gilinsky

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I sat in the car outside the mall, waiting for my best friend to finish his holiday shopping.

Where are you? I texted Jack.

On my way out the doors. I think there's a chase going on, he replied.

I pulled out of the parking space, and slowed down next to the curve, hitting the button for my hazards and unlocking the doors so Jack could get in.

Where are you? Jack texted me.

In the parking lot. The one outside of Dick's, I texted back.

Oh, I'm on the other end. Give me two minutes.

I sighed and slumped back into my seat, frustrated at the time he was taking. I understood he wanted to get meaningful gifts, but it doesn't take a literal three hours. At least I was only picking him up, and that I didn't have to follow him around.

I saw the doors open in the corner of my eye, and when I turned to look, I saw Jack coming towards me. Suddenly, an immediate look of fear captivated his face, and he looked towards my blind spot.

When he turned his head back towards me, his eyes were wide in fright, and he waved his hand quickly, motioning for me to leave, and then started back quickly towards the mall.

I was confused, but I changed the gear into drive and was about to lock the doors, when someone jumped through them.

"Drive!" the stranger yelled at me, and suddenly I felt cold metal on my temple. I tried looking at the man, but he pushed the barrel harder against my head, and I was forced to look ahead. I caught a glimpse of Jack outside as he stared at the car in shock, and my fearful eyes seen from miles away.

"Drive!" the man repeated, and he cocked his gun.

I pressed my foot on the pedal, not sure which way to go.

"Left!" he yelled, and kept looking back into the rearview mirror for followers. I pulled onto the freeway, my arms as straight as a boy with sagging pants and a snapback.

"What if I just give you the car!" I offered loudly with a shaky voice. "Just let me go." I didn't want to be part of this, and I knew I wouldn't be pressed with charges because it was for my own safety, but I wasn't safe right now, and he could pull the gun for no reason.

"No," he answered, "I need a hostage."

My tears started to blur my vision, and I slowly brought up my hand to wipe them, careful to not alarm him. I was going to die, and my blood would be on the hands of the guy who had me at gunpoint.

"I won't even say anything," I pleaded again. "I won't even remember your voice."

"Shut up!" he said, knocking the barrel into my temple again. I drove on in silence for miles, but he kept bumping the gun into my head and yelling for me to go faster.

It took a long time for any car to show up, but finally a car pulled onto the freeway that had a teenage girl in shotgun, and who was probably her boyfriend in the drivers seat. She turned and saw us in the car, and how I was looking fearful at her and allowing the gun to show.

I saw her gasp and turn around, whacking her boyfriend's arm. She yelled something and gestured her head back towards us, making her boyfriend take a few glances. His jaw dropped slightly, and he rushed something out, and his girlfriend pulled out her phone to start dialing a number.

She talked into the phone as she watched fearfully at us, and I was on the verge of crying again. I stole another longer glance, and saw she had nine fingers up, and then one and one again. She looked back down the freeway, searching for something.