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We both quickly ran out of the school building, and all of a sudden I felt something that I have never felt before. It was a rush, a sweet, intense rush. Much like when you first take that step on a roller coaster, and it moves slowly up the hill. Then soon you fall down and it's like an out of body experience. My mind was lost that moment we left the school. Things were changing for me, for both of us.
I sat myself down in his convertible and once I looked over at the rear view mirror, my eyes widened at the now fading High school building. I had to make sure I wasn't crazy and turned around to see the place decrease in size and became nothing. From the side of me I heard a deep chuckle and I turned to him. Why was he laughing me? Why am I even here? When I analyzed the person who sat next to me, I couldn't believe that I was sitting here. This wasn't what I should be doing. I should've stayed with Brooke and listened to the lectures from our calculus teacher. I am officially the idiot of town. I'm pretty sure my parents are going to jump in excitement once they find out that I'm riding in a vehicle, which I might add is going 100 miles per hour, with the most dangerous teenager in town. Yes, they'll definitely be thrilled to hear that. What am I thinking? No they won't.
Pause.
"You scared?" He finally spoke. I looked over at this smirking image beside me and shook my head.
"Uh n-no! I am not scared," I stuttered. I'm more of an idiot. I just embarrassed myself in front of the most infamous person in town. Good job James, keep up with the good work.
"Are you sure about that Miss Haley?" He asked with me with a bit of amusement in his voice.
"Cause I mean, when I asked you to come with me, you didn't have to say yes." He added.
I stood still and I stared longingly at him. I didn't have to?
"Why so stunned?" He asked throughout of my speechless response. "Did you think that if you said no I would kill you?" He smirked and my eyes grew even wider.
"No, I absolutely did not think you would. And do not joke like that," I ordered, pointing my finger at him.
"Well, I'm surprised considering what people say about me," he said, his eyes back on the blurred road before us. "I'm not really a bad guy, you know."
I tilted my head at him, not believing a word he just said.
"You, not a bad guy? Are you kidding me?" I laughed, looking out to the side at the beautiful sky.
"You are like James Dean in A Rebel with a Cause."
"I am, aren't I?" A familiar grin came across his face and he grew cocky at that moment. My fingers stumbled upon a picture in one of the door pockets. I slightly lifted it up and suddenly my body plunged forward as the car came to a abrupt stop.
I saved myself as my arms held upon the dashboard in front of me. I looked around me and it was somewhere I've never seen before. Wait, I recognized that building and that gas pump.
WE WERE AT A GAS STATION!!?
"What the hell are we doing here?" I asked.
Nathan looked beside me in silence holding yet again a devilish grin that blew me away. He then began to open his door and lead himself out of the car. I stayed inside, hoping this wasn't one of the things he had to check off of his list for the day. I watched him leave, walking confidently inside the gas station. My hands were all of a sudden shaking and I didn't know what to do until he turned around. My eyes shot up wide.
"Stay there until I come back. Get the engine ready," he ordered. He nodded and turned around and I just sat there. What did he just say? Get the engine ready? My pulse began to quicken and I knew this was going to be something illegal. He's going to plan something in that gas station. I can't let him do that because if I do I will get caught by my own father who, by the way is the sheriff. My mother is going to be ashamed of me once she finds out. This is going to look good on her campaign. I can just see it now, "The Mayor's daughter caught in the act and arrested for burglary". People are going to mock her for the rest of her life. She might not even be mayor again for the next election. I can't let him do this.
I sat there, deeply thinking to myself. I got to stop thinking and do something! I looked down at my fingernails and realized how long they've grown. My feet started to shake continuously against the ground and I looked at the gas station, wondering where he was. It wasn't even that long ago since he left the car. Probably 10 seconds or so but it felt like forever.
I had to get in there, so I found myself struggling to open the door. I walked around, men suspiciously looking at me as I walked. I ignored the stares, and pretended to act bad. I tried to act confident as I walked down towards the station. I even swung my hips side to side just so they won't feel like prey. But as I was half way there, I saw Nathan running out of the gas station holding something in a brown paper bag and his eyes looked scared when he saw me. They were practically popping out as if I was a ghost trying to steal his soul.
"What the hell are you doing?!! You were supposed to stay in the car!!" He yelled over to him. But I just stood there, listening to his words go through my ear and out the other. I wasn't sure if he really meant to stay in the car and to keep the engine running. WELL I'M SORRY!
He grabbed tightly to my arm and we both ran towards his convertible as three big men came running after us from the gas station.
"Get in, hurry!" He ordered roughly, apparently out of breath. I looked behind me and stared at the two fat men in overalls and a skinny man that looked anorexic with a broomstick. Wait a second, it wasn't a broom stick! It was a shotgun! Nathan hopped inside and I quickly opened the door as Nathan pressed on the pedal. I nearly fell out because Nathan was driving like lightning. I struggled to close the door when I heard piercing noises from behind us.
"OH MY GOD! They're shooting at us, Nathan!!" I shouted.
"You think!?" Nathan replied keeping his eyes on the road. "Hold this," he forced the brown paper bag on my lap and I held it. I swallowed, you can hear the gulp go down my throat and I opened it lightly. My eyes couldn't blink at all from the sight in the bag. It was green, and gray with familiar historic men on it. It was cash. Nathan stole money. I looked to the side, staring at his clenched jaw and beads of sweat crawling from his forehead for a moment. I was afraid and I was scared, my heart was beating fast. It was unhealthy. Then I turned a little to the side to know whether they were still chasing after us. The men were becoming smaller and smaller, descending just like the high school building. And I sat back. This was new. This was different. As we continued driving down the road I realized that the feeling I had wasn't as scary as it seemed. It was more than that, it was amazing. It was a beautiful, sweet rush. I loved it.
