Chapter 7
Jessie's P.O.V
I wrote the note to Randy and left it on my bed. I quickly and quietly woke up the other girls and told them to grab whatever would fit into a pick up truck.
"Huh? A pickup truck? Where are we gonna get one of those?" Said Barbie with a yawn.
"Well Imma' buy one with some of Randy's money that he lent me. And then Imma' go to the bank and take $20 000 out of one of his family's accounts. Don't worry though he knows," I replied.
"Oh okay well you go do that, the dealership down the road opened about a half an hour ago," Nikki said going back to sleep.
Well okay Imma' that but first...
"AHHH! OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT'S FUCKING COLD!" Nikki Screamed. I put my hands over her mouth and then told her Randy was still here and if she didn't shutup we would be stuck in Tulsa forever. She quickly stopped screaming and got changed into dry clothes. Then Angel came in with about 4 suitcases and the mini accessary purse for Ginger.
"All Done," She said with a smile.
I praised her for being amazing and then walked to the dealership, bought the truck and drove home to the apartment.
The girls were outside with about 4 suitcases each. They had packed ALL of my stuff up that could be moved and grabbed Ally and her bed from the living room. We folded down one of the back seats and set up her bed and put down a bowl of food and water.
"There, now time to pack everything into the trunk!" Barbie said enthusiasticly.
When we finished packing and got into the truck I saw a light turn on in the apartment I had left the keys to Randy's Mustang along with my second letter, I just hope that he'll understand my reason to leave.
After about 4 hours of driving we decided It was safe to stop and eat.
Turns out we stopped at a biker bar. Luckily being greasers people mistake us for being motorcyclists that were up to no good. Kind of stereo-typical but we don't help the case by dressing in leather and blacks, greys and whites.
Another lucky thing for us is that Nikki and I were wearing leather jackets, dark wash skinny jeans and combat boots (Nikki borrowed some of my clothes since the ones she was going to were were soaked, compliments of me) , Barbie was wearing skateboarder's shoes, a graphic tee, a sweater and baggy jeans. The un-badass looking one was Angel who insisted on wearing a white frilly skirt, a baby blue spagetti-strapped top with bubble gum pink flats that were covered in glitter.
We walked in and the room became silent. People were staring at us like we were aliens. Thank god Nikki and I looked like we were 19/20. If we didn't we would probably get kicked out. I walked up to the bartender.
"Hey ! Gimme some shots of whiskey and keep 'em comin'!" I yelled.
"May I see some I.D m'am? You look underage," I bartender replied.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY! Did you just say I look like a child? WHAT KIND OF FUCKNUTS JOINT DO YOU RUN HERE?" I yelled seething with false anger. Damn I'm gettin' good at this shit!
"M'am I need to see your I.D, Without proof of your age you can't be served her. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop using profane language too," The bartender said calmly.
"Well chuck you farlie" I said after looking at his name tag. I soooo smart! I reversed the "Ch" and the "F" so instead of using "profane language" and saying "FUCK YOU CHARLIE!" I said "Chuck you farlie" and DIDN'T swear.
I hopped the counter grabbed a bottle of bourbon put $260 dollars on the counter and we left the bar. When we got into the Truck we were laughing our asses off.
"Let's get outta' here before he comes out with a shotgun! We all know that EVERY bartender in the state carries one under the counter in case crackheads like us walk in and threaten to kill people," Angel said.
"How'd cha' know that Angel? As far as you're concern that's the FIRST bar you've been in," I said confused as we entered the highway again.
"What about Buck's?" She said as we all shuddered at the memory.
"You weren't IN it you were OUTSIDE of it."
"Well whatever! I've been at your house hearing Twobit talk about it enough to be experienced enough to say that!"
"Whatever! I'm hungry how about we go to the resteraunt that's 4 miles from here?" Barbie asked.
"Okay! I'm hungry too!" I said.
About an hour later we were being served cheeseburgers and rootbeer at some truckstop in the township of Irvington. When we finished our dinner the sun was starting to set and it was getting dark out.
"You guys there are enough socs in Tulsa that jump us. We don't need any out here to jump us too, how about we all go find a motel?" Nikki said.
We walked up to the counter. We paid the cashier there $30 and asked where the nearest motel was.
"There should be one 15 mins north of here. Turn onto Darkwood Drive and keep going until you get to the corrner of Kenedy and Samson. You should be able to see it from there. It's to your thanked her and followed her dirrections.
We ended up at a grimey ghetto run down motel that was occupied by one other group - The family that owned the place. We decided to stay since going out searching for another place to stay for the next few days was a deathwish. Who knows what kind of people lived out here.
When we got to the counter I saw a postcard and remembered my promise to Randy. I bought one of them and booked us in Room 13 for a week.
When we got into the room I felt like gagging. Let's just say whoever came up with the saying "Unlucky Thirteen" was golden.