CHAPTER 13
Mike showed up at five. Good. He was punctual. He was looking really good actually. Clean shaven, fresh shirt and jeans, casual.
"Hey. How you doin'?" He asked in a perfect 'Joey' voice. I had to laugh
"Friends?" I inquired.
"Yep." I smiled at his good humor. Grabbing my leather jacket I followed him out.
"Ciao Dad!" I called over my shoulder.
'Don't be home too late!" He called from the living room. Out on the drive I saw his car. It made me stop and whistle low. A sleek black Jaguar was parked there. I looked at Mike.
"Yours?"
"Yeah right, I had to pay my dad twenty bucks just to get him to lend it to me…and I had to practically use my blood to swear an oath that I'd get it back without a scratch." I threw my head back and laughed, which made him smile.
"I promise I won't make you drive over a ditch." He opened the door for me, a sweet gesture. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. When he got in, I looked at him. "So…um"
"Where are we going?" he finished for me. I nodded. "It's a surprise." Something I his eyes made me nervous. It was a dark look of hate, which passed quickly. I stared ahead and shook it off.
"Alright Mr. Newton, take me wherever." He glanced at me. "Not literally." I added quickly.
We drove through town, and I was glad to notice that Mike was heading out of Forks. I knew whatever special thing he had planned was not here. After a while of driving, when we were out in the middle of nowhere, I had to ask again.
"Ok, seriously Mike, where the hell are you taking me?" My voice definitely had a demanding tone to it.
"Bella, please just relax Ok."
"I'll relax when you tell me where were headed. There's no town for about another fifteen miles, and Port Angles is back that way." I thumbed behind us. He sighed, but showed no concern, which bothered me.
"C'mon Bella." He smirked at me "It's not like I'm taking you somewhere so that someone can kill you." My head snapped around to look at him, and I suddenly knew where he was taking me. To Angel.
Before I let him go any further, my fist smacked him in the jaw. The car swerved as he was knocked out. I quickly grabbed the steering wheel. Mike's head banged on the window. Scooting over to him, I put me foot on the brakes and pulled the Jaguar over to the side of the road. I took a slow breath in, then let it out slowly. I should of known that I could have never spent a night being normal.
Mike lay slumped in the seat, I only sort of hoped that I didn't kill him. Switching places with him was a little hard. God, the kid weighed a lot. But I could tell that it was mostly muscle, not a problem for me. When I was sitting I the driver's seat I announced to the night: "Ok, Angel you wanna try to kill me. I'm coming."