criminal | gxg

10pm - the beginning

taking in a deep breath, i felt nothing but heaviness build up inside of me as i cradled the six-pack of beer in my arms. the only thing on my mind was how wasted i could get the moment i reached my 'minimalistic' home. you'd think that a medical student would have a much more extravagant life (okay, maybe that's not the first thing that comes to mind) or at least a semi-decent one. instead, here i am - sitting in the front seat of my rented car suffocating under bills and student loans. what was the point of graduating, if all i was going to do was fill some rich men's pockets? as they say, the rich only gets richer. 

that was when i heard someone's footsteps getting louder and louder with each passing second. jesus christ, am i going to get robbed? stabbed? maybe my time was really up. as i muttered a small prayer to myself (though death sounded like a good option and i was not religious in any way), i saw the hooded figure running towards a car; not just any car, my car.

and i swore i saw the grim reaper herself - with a cap under her oversized hoodie and sunglasses that she quickly removed, she barely panted out the words, 'open the door.' she anxiously glanced at the direction where she ran from while pulling at the handle of the locked door furiously. i noticed how she had an eyebrow slit and dark brown eyes that reflected the warm glow from the street lamps around us.

"fuck this," she muttered upon realising i was not doing anything, somehow sliding herself through the narrow gap in the window.

"drive." she pointed at the steering wheel. i blinked, still comprehending the situation we were in as i glanced at the rear-view mirror, only to see two cops running towards us.

"i said, DRIVE." she stomped her foot on the gas pedal and took hold of the steering wheel. she must've gotten her driving experience from mario kart for she was reckless - swerving lane to lane and receiving a cacophony of honks from other drivers on the road. the only difference was, there weren't any powerups or extra lives. jesus really took the wheel.

after she completed around three races, she pulled over at the side of a street. the number of near-death accidents we got into within that short five minutes left me breathless and stunned. in the worst way possible.

"that was fun, wasn't it?" she took off her hoodie and cap, throwing them at the backseat whilst running her fingers through her hair. she looked over and gave me an innocent smile that definitely did not say 'we almost died.'

"so you're a-"

"a criminal? i guess you could say so, baby. i just dealt some drugs here and there." the way she conveyed that load of information with such ease somehow made me admire her. she had confidence.

she nudged me, "lets go," and pointed out the window. across from the street that we were parked at was a stunning night market draped with fairy lights and packed with stalls. it screamed freedom.

she did not have to repeat herself twice for i was out of the car before she was.

"damn, shouldn't you be worried or something. i almost killed us five minutes ago," i'll give her credit for acknowledging that. "and if you haven't noticed already, the police are after me?" she said with a sceptical look on her face. she was right. any person thinking rationally would want to keep their distance from a 'criminal' like her. yet here i was, somehow trusting this stranger that hijacked my car.

"i mean, you could've shot me in the head and taken my car, but you didn't. plus, it would be nice to have some company for a change."

"why would anyone want to shoot a pretty face like yours, baby?"

i rolled my eyes and opened the door on her side, "after you."

and although i played off her comment nonchalantly, one thing's for sure - damn, she was the definition of a smooth criminal.