Boys Will Do Anything For Money

Why I'll Never Pass A Driving Test

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So many things I could’ve said at that moment.

Such as: ‘What are you doing?’, ‘Where are you taking me?’, ‘Let that man go!’…

I said: “But I only have money for Putney.”

Ladies and gentlemen: your heroine.

The blonde guy’s smiled widened. “That’s okay, princess. Pretty girls ride for free.”

The guy with the reddish-brown hair slammed his hand down on the dashboard. “Fuck’s sake, Eris, just DRIVE, would ya?!”

“Okay, okay,” Eris pouted. “No need to get snappy, Zed.”

Zed glared over at the sleeping boy. “Jayden! Wake up!”

The sleeping boy, with his silvery-blonde hair, snuffled slightly, but didn’t open his eyes.

The driver at gunpoint and I looked at each other in kind of helpless companionship.

Finally, I found a sensible question.

“What the fuck is going on?!” I demanded.

“It’s simple, really,” Eris pressed his gun into the man’s temple and the taxi began speeding along the road. “We didn’t have enough money for the fare.”

“Seriously?”

“We’re late.” Eris said defensively.

“Jeez, why don’t ya just spill our hometowns and blood types while you’re at it?” Zed spat.

I glared at him. I’m not the kind of girl that goes for the bad boy type.

“You,” I said. “Have an anger problem.”

“Shut up!” Zed snapped.

“He goes to classes.” Eris told me.

“You shut up too!”

The car sped over a bump and Jayden, who had no seatbelt on, slipped off the seat and onto the floor with a thump.

I watched as he raised himself up slowly, rubbing his eyes.

He met my gaze and we stared at each other for a while.

“Who are you?” He asked.

“That’s my line!” I snapped. “Are you with these guys?” I gestured to the two heisters.

“Oh yeah,” Jayden said with a sleepy smile on his baby face. “They’re my brothers.”

“Shut it, Jayden!” Zed yelled at him.

“You know,” I said. “For someone who runs their mouth as much as you do, you sure tell people to shut up a lot.”

“Ooh!” Jayden covered his mouth.

“Sick burn!” Was Eris’ input.

“You-!” Zed snarled at me, his black eyes flaring.

“Aw, you mad, bro?” I chortled.

Eris gave me a high-five.

Unfortunately, at this point, the driver took his chance by the teeth and quite calmly leapt out of the car door, rolled and fell flat on the pavement.

For a moment, all four of us watched the car door flap and thunk wildly, the wind ripping through the taxi.

“Huh.” Eris said. “Well that could be problematic.”

“Grab the wheel!” I squealed as we began to veer to the other side of the road.

“Uh,” Eris said. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. I don’t have a license. Plus, my spatial skills are less than adequate-”