So um….yeah. Sorry? I actually really am. But…you guys probably won't believe this…I have a life. SHOCKER RIGHT? No, just me? …Okay then.
But yes! Here it is!
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Quote of the day: I have so much swag even my swag has swag.
Songs of the day: Becky G—Problem (The Monster Remix) ft. will. [BESTEST SONG IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD! GAH!] and DNA by Little Mix [I need to start dressing like them…they've got SWAG]
Midnight
"I can't FREAKING believe I'm doing this," I muttered, pulling some gray sweats out of my drawers.
"I'm insane. Loony. Cray cray. Totally and completely senseless."
I glanced at the clock I had previously been staring at since nine. 11:50. Ten minutes.
Note to self: do NOT lie in bed and do nothing while you wait for time to pass. You end up doing really stupid things. For example: you get up in the middle of the night to meet some really famous guy that you actually don't really know but decide to go anyways because the little evil DARED you to.
Yeah. Things like that.
Being really quiet, I snuck down the stairs. Wow, if I could only count the people who were going to kill me. Let's get the list out shall we?
Ella (Ella was DEFINITELY going to kill me)
Nudge (Nudge…no I'm not going to think about it)
Iggy (I think he would kill Nick first. Then me. He's kind of protective. Like that one time when he blew up that one dude's…yeah never mind)
Every single solitary lonely girl out there who had "claimed" Nick as their own (this of course depended if our meeting gets leaked or not)
I hadn't told anything to anybody. Nudge, Ella and Iggy knew that he came over but none of them knew what went down.
I continued to walk down the stairs and out the door.
It was cool outside and I rubbed my hands over my sweatshirt clad arms. The street was quiet. It was a "rich peeps" neighborhood and everyone was asleep, snuggling in their Ralph Lauren sheets.
That's when I noticed a dull, old black truck creeping up the street.
My first thought was—holy crap, this is how it ends; I was going to get killed by a psychopath. My second thought was—wait…what? Is that Nick?
It was. He stopped in the middle of the road and huffing, I walked my way to the passenger car door.
I opened it and hopped in.
"Well, look at you," he said smugly. "I knew you'd come."
I huffed, kicked my flip flops off and placed my feet on the dashboard. "Just drive."
He shrugged. "Whatever you say." I glanced over at him. He looked like a regular teenage guy; black tee with some school's name, gray sweats and some beaten up converse.
"Where are we going?" I demanded, looking out the window.
He shrugged.
I glared at him. "What so you FINALLY get me into your car and you don't speak?"
He shrugged again. "I'm waiting."
"For what?" I demanded.
"For you to calm down."
"I am calm," I argued.
He glanced over to me and quirked a grin. "Could've fooled me."
I glared at him. "I am calm," I persisted.
"No, you're not," he contradicted placidly. "I can feel your "I'm gonna kill someone really soon" vibe from here and I'm a good two and ½ feet away from you."
"Whatever," I grumbled, crossing me arms over my chest.
A faint smile lingered on his lips but he turned to face the road.
I looked around the truck. It was old and classic, with only the front three seats. There wasn't even a CD player. "Where's the camaro?"
He grinned. "Miss it?"
"No," I said hotly. "I just want to know where it is."
"At home."
"Then why are you driving this?"
"Because I wanted to. It's not as showy."
"Are you a secretly a country boy playing city?" I asked.
He stretched and readjusted himself. "Maybe I am, maybe I ain't," he replied with a fairly believable accent.
I rolled my eyes. Nick Walker, country? Please.
"Where are we going?" I asked after a couple seconds of silence.
He exhaled, tilted his head and stared intently at the road. "That's up to you."
I snorted. "You're driving. And you're the one who freaking picked me up."
"Ah, but YOU were the one who freaking walked—and hopped—into my truck," he stated.
I threw my hands up in distress. "You...you….ugh! You're such a—"
"Bad word?" he asked.
"Yes!" I shouted. "What the heck is your PROBLEM?! Do you ENJOY annoying the crap out of me?"
"Max—"
I was beyond mad. I was furious. I was seeing red. This whole idea was stupid. "Pull over. Pull over right now."
"No, I'm not going to do that."
"Yes, you are."
I stared for the handle knowing he would stop before I opened it.
It was right. He pulled over immediately.
I unlocked the door and hopped out.
"Wait," he called, fumbling with his seatbelt. "Max!"
He unlocked his door and ran around to meet me.
"Max," he muttered, walking after me as I started to walk in the direction we had come from.
"Max, stop," he said, grabbing my arm.
I tried to pull away but failed miserable.
"You promised," he stated, his dark eyes flashing. "If you showed up which you did, I'd get one night. That was our deal."
"And look at that, you already blew it," I replied sarcastically. "I'm done."
He swore under his breath. "Why are you such a…" He inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Do me a favor will you, Max?"
"What?" I demanded.
He released my arm. "Open up a little. I don't know WHAT you're problem is but not EVERYONE is out to get you. Okay?" He leaned closer, trying to gain eye contact with me.
When I refused, he lifted my chin up. His eyes looked scary. I felt like he could see straight into my soul. "Got it?"
I swallowed. "Got it."
"Good." He backed up slowly, his gaze lingering on me before turning around and opening the car door.
"Thanks," I muttered, sliding back in.
"No problem."
He got in and put the truck in drive.
We drove in silence for about five minutes before I spoke up. "Still don't know where we're going?"
He shook his head. "I have a place."
I sighed and stared out the window. It was twelve at night but I was wide awake.
Where was he taking me?
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