She stared out of the passenger side window, watching the trees on the highway speed past. Her legs were up on the dash, with one arm out of the window she felt the wind rush around her. It was exhilarating, but it still wasn't enough. She shook her head, and slightly kicked the dash.

"Kadaj," She whined. "Drive faster!"

He glared over at her, but obliged, she grinned as the different colors became one. Eventually the car was just going to quit, and leave them stranded on the side of the road, not that it mattered, they had ways of getting rides. Maybe it wasn't completely orthodox, but there wasn't a soul to stop them.

"I'm not crying!" She heard Loz arguing with Yazoo in the back seat, Kadaj sighed, the argument older than the four of them were.

"Then what do you call it?" Yazoo demanded, she could almost see the look of rage on Loz's face.

"Not crying!"

"Do I need to come back there?" Kadaj threatened them; they just rolled their eyes and told him to keep driving.

They shut up though, a relief. She relaxed against the seat, twisting herself so she was staring out of Kadaj's window, bored with her scenery. Of course, staring out of his window was distracted by just plain staring at him. He was completely relaxed, even while driving at such high speeds. 110 mph, she noted, glancing quickly at the meter. Still wasn't fast enough for her, but she figured if they went any more in the piece of junk they'd wind up exploding the engine or something. Next car they acquired better be a sports car. His eyes shifted over to her momentarily, feeling hers roaming him, she met them and that funny feeling in her stomach rose up again.

She couldn't help liking him, he was gorgeous, his brothers barely measured up to him. The thought that he suspected her of her darkest secret terrified her, though why else would she have been tagging along for so long? Surely it wasn't for the excellent conversation, she glanced slyly at Yazoo and Loz, who seemed to be in a death staring match. It definitely wasn't for cultural experiences, nor were they considered upstanding citizens. No, there really wasn't a reason she was still there, she after all wasn't entirely attached to the three. If they abandoned her or her them, they'd each be fine. Maybe she was just tired of being alone all the time, and these were the poor fools who had walked by her.

"Wait, wait!" She stood, blocking their path, the leader looking one glaring her down. "Don't leave so quickly!"

"We don't need another person," He grimaced with the next line. "And a girl at that? No, I don't need to worry about you dying or something stupid like that."

She stood, her hands on her hips glaring up at him, trying to find anything to let her go with them. A light bulb went off in her head, surely it would be the biggest mistake of her life, but she had to try. Her eyes narrowed with determination, seeming to intrigue the silver-haired punk.

"Fight me," She challenged, he laughed. "If you win, I'll leave you be."

"And if," He almost didn't believe what he was about to say. "You win?"

"Then I get to go."

Simple as that. So she thought.

"See! You are crying!"

"Oh my god," She shook her head. "Would you two shut up!?"

"Next time we get a truck," Kadaj muttered. "They sit on the outside."

"Maybe they'll fall out," She said hopefully, Kadaj grinned, not helping the stomach problem she had.