A/N: Wow! Bet you thought I forgot about this story huh. Well I'm back.
It's been a while, but I'm here so wipe ur tears away. I'm so sorry for the
long wait but I've been sick and I lost my voice and all of this drama that
u guys probably aren't interested anyhow. But don't think that I forgot all
of the wonderful people who reviewed. I LOVE YOU ALL. Thank you guys for
all the great unhealthy boasting of my ego. I LOVE IT. Thanks again. Okay
this chapter is when it starts to get action/adventury. Believe that this
is going to be no where as good as an action story as Green Eve's "Shivery"
which you all should check out by the way. Please bear with me, I'm new at
this writing non romance thing. But don't worry, I'm planning on a little
romance towards the end. NOW HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPPY!!!!!
"Yeah," Tristan rolled his eyes as he spoke into his cell phone.
"No, I need the bags delivered at that exact spot."
"No they aren't drugs! It's just some clothes"
"Yes, okay I'll raise it by half. Okay? Good." Tristan closed his head and looked at Jess who was sitting on his bed looking at Tristan expectedly.
"Well?" He asked.
"Whoever said money doesn't solve life's problems was wrong." Tristan grinned.
"That man was a shark, I tell you. I had to pay him fifty off the top just to get him to let me talk."
Jess chuckled. Then all of a sudden became very serious.
"Do you think it'll work? I mean sure, your all rich and whatever but won't they come looking for us?"
"I don't know" Tristan whispered.
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"Daniels", Sergeant Rodriguez called.
"Present Sir!"
"Demings."
"Present Sir!"
"DuGrey."
"Right here man."
"DuGrey!" Rodriguez, boomed.
"Present Sir." Tristan said dryly, rolling his eyes for emphasis. He still wore the smirk on his face though. This was the day and no matter what this guy or anyone else did, they couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.
"Emmings."
"Ernest."
Jess began to doubt his plan. Sure he would do anything for Rory, but what if they were caught. What type of torturous punishment would they put him through?
He was in such deep thought, that he didn't notice the Sergeant booming until he walked over to him.
"Mariano! Pay attention!"
"Oh sorry, Present Sir."
A couple of cadets laughed as he called the rest of the roll. Jess looked around. There were only about thirty of them going on this trip, so it would be more difficult to escape. But he would try. He turned around at the Sergeant's command and began marching to one of the Academy's vans.
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They were at a fast food restaurant for a treat, when Jess excused himself to the bathroom. There was only five more minutes left before the vans left. Rodriguez warned that he would be left if he didn't hurry. He knew they would really leave him, but that was apart of the plan. Not long after that, they started loading up the van. Rodriguez went into the bathroom and told Jess to hurry up. Jess called from one of the stalls that he would be out in a minute.
As the last person got on the van, each bus leader did a head count and they were off.
Jess poked his head out from the bathroom stall and smiled. Mission accomplished. He went to go and find Tristan. He saw the top of a blonde, nearly bald head poking up from a menu. He went over and sat across from him.
"What now?" He asked.
Jess smirked.
"We get our stuff, and get on the road."
Tristan walked out to the bench outside of the Dairy Queen a while later and picked up a duffel back. He put an envelope on the bench and put a small rock on it as a paperweight.
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After Jess and Tristan had changed their clothes, they decided they should be heading out soon. The vans would soon be arriving at the Academy and they would be taking roll again.
The now half empty duffel bag was thrown across Tristan's shoulders as they began to walk towards the nearest train station.
About thirty minutes later, they reached the highway. Tristan pulled out a map and pointed them in the right direction.
The sun was beginning to set. The heat was beginning to get to them. Tristan's eyes were teared up from the immense dust and smothering air that surrounded his face. Jess was beginning to slow his pace and was kicking up small patches of North Carolina grass. A thought of danger never crossed either boy's mind.
Tristan was beginning to get alarmed by the eerie silence. A couple times he made a sideways glance towards Jess, who was deep in thought. He was beginning to become a bit frightened. Although Tristan led on the be a big macho man, it was a known fact that all he was, was a spoiled little rich boy. Sure Jess had lived in New York. He had seen how the "real world" was and such. But how would that help them if they were in trouble? What would they do?
Jess remained in his own contemplating silence. His hands were clenched into fists so tight, he was afraid that they were going to bleed. But he would do anything to take his mind off the fact that they might not make it past the North Carolina border line.
All of a sudden they both heard a rustle in the forest on the side of the highway. Jess stopped and took a quick glance behind him, then he grabbed Tristan's arm and sped up his pace. He never took a second glance back. About ten minutes later, they heard additional footsteps behind them. Jess turned around and saw a man carrying a heavy looking duffel back right behind them. Tristan held his gaze longer than Jess did and smiled at the man.
Big mistake.
With one swift motion, the man grabbed Tristan and pulled a knife out of his bag. Jess stopped and turned around to witness the man holding Tristan with the knife dangerously close to his throat. He looked at the man and saw his gray tortured eyes and saw him smile maniacally.
Jess gulped and looked at Tristan who looked ready to cry. He suddenly felt very sorry for him. He had been through so much in such a short period of time. Jess suddenly boiled up with anger as the strange man listed what he wanted and what he was going to do. He lunged forward and the knife lay in the highway, totally forgotten except by the car who's tires were slashed. The man tried to choke Jess and he kicked him. They rolled back and forth for a long time.
Tristan just sat far away from them, with his knees pulled up to his chin. He closed his eyes shut trying to block out the painful noises. Never in his life, did he think that he , a DuGrey, would be hitchhiking and almost get slit in the throat. Suddenly he heard a howl of pain and he opened his eyes. Jess got up and pulled Tristan up and they walked away very fast. They couldn't risk the chance of anyone else seeing them.
Jess stopped as they reached their exit. He saw the train station up ahead. Tristan stopped as well and looked at Jess with confusion apparent in his eyes even in the darkness. Jess smiled. Tristan echoed his actions and the walked, both with boyish grins on their face, into the station to buy their tickets.
A/N: This chapter was really dumb. Review to let me know HOW dumb it was, cuz I can always correct it. And u can never go wrong with suggestions. Even though this story was supposed to be Jess POV and stuff, there's gonna be a part in the next chapter that has Rory POV, I just need to get what she thinks out of the way.
"Yeah," Tristan rolled his eyes as he spoke into his cell phone.
"No, I need the bags delivered at that exact spot."
"No they aren't drugs! It's just some clothes"
"Yes, okay I'll raise it by half. Okay? Good." Tristan closed his head and looked at Jess who was sitting on his bed looking at Tristan expectedly.
"Well?" He asked.
"Whoever said money doesn't solve life's problems was wrong." Tristan grinned.
"That man was a shark, I tell you. I had to pay him fifty off the top just to get him to let me talk."
Jess chuckled. Then all of a sudden became very serious.
"Do you think it'll work? I mean sure, your all rich and whatever but won't they come looking for us?"
"I don't know" Tristan whispered.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Daniels", Sergeant Rodriguez called.
"Present Sir!"
"Demings."
"Present Sir!"
"DuGrey."
"Right here man."
"DuGrey!" Rodriguez, boomed.
"Present Sir." Tristan said dryly, rolling his eyes for emphasis. He still wore the smirk on his face though. This was the day and no matter what this guy or anyone else did, they couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.
"Emmings."
"Ernest."
Jess began to doubt his plan. Sure he would do anything for Rory, but what if they were caught. What type of torturous punishment would they put him through?
He was in such deep thought, that he didn't notice the Sergeant booming until he walked over to him.
"Mariano! Pay attention!"
"Oh sorry, Present Sir."
A couple of cadets laughed as he called the rest of the roll. Jess looked around. There were only about thirty of them going on this trip, so it would be more difficult to escape. But he would try. He turned around at the Sergeant's command and began marching to one of the Academy's vans.
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They were at a fast food restaurant for a treat, when Jess excused himself to the bathroom. There was only five more minutes left before the vans left. Rodriguez warned that he would be left if he didn't hurry. He knew they would really leave him, but that was apart of the plan. Not long after that, they started loading up the van. Rodriguez went into the bathroom and told Jess to hurry up. Jess called from one of the stalls that he would be out in a minute.
As the last person got on the van, each bus leader did a head count and they were off.
Jess poked his head out from the bathroom stall and smiled. Mission accomplished. He went to go and find Tristan. He saw the top of a blonde, nearly bald head poking up from a menu. He went over and sat across from him.
"What now?" He asked.
Jess smirked.
"We get our stuff, and get on the road."
Tristan walked out to the bench outside of the Dairy Queen a while later and picked up a duffel back. He put an envelope on the bench and put a small rock on it as a paperweight.
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After Jess and Tristan had changed their clothes, they decided they should be heading out soon. The vans would soon be arriving at the Academy and they would be taking roll again.
The now half empty duffel bag was thrown across Tristan's shoulders as they began to walk towards the nearest train station.
About thirty minutes later, they reached the highway. Tristan pulled out a map and pointed them in the right direction.
The sun was beginning to set. The heat was beginning to get to them. Tristan's eyes were teared up from the immense dust and smothering air that surrounded his face. Jess was beginning to slow his pace and was kicking up small patches of North Carolina grass. A thought of danger never crossed either boy's mind.
Tristan was beginning to get alarmed by the eerie silence. A couple times he made a sideways glance towards Jess, who was deep in thought. He was beginning to become a bit frightened. Although Tristan led on the be a big macho man, it was a known fact that all he was, was a spoiled little rich boy. Sure Jess had lived in New York. He had seen how the "real world" was and such. But how would that help them if they were in trouble? What would they do?
Jess remained in his own contemplating silence. His hands were clenched into fists so tight, he was afraid that they were going to bleed. But he would do anything to take his mind off the fact that they might not make it past the North Carolina border line.
All of a sudden they both heard a rustle in the forest on the side of the highway. Jess stopped and took a quick glance behind him, then he grabbed Tristan's arm and sped up his pace. He never took a second glance back. About ten minutes later, they heard additional footsteps behind them. Jess turned around and saw a man carrying a heavy looking duffel back right behind them. Tristan held his gaze longer than Jess did and smiled at the man.
Big mistake.
With one swift motion, the man grabbed Tristan and pulled a knife out of his bag. Jess stopped and turned around to witness the man holding Tristan with the knife dangerously close to his throat. He looked at the man and saw his gray tortured eyes and saw him smile maniacally.
Jess gulped and looked at Tristan who looked ready to cry. He suddenly felt very sorry for him. He had been through so much in such a short period of time. Jess suddenly boiled up with anger as the strange man listed what he wanted and what he was going to do. He lunged forward and the knife lay in the highway, totally forgotten except by the car who's tires were slashed. The man tried to choke Jess and he kicked him. They rolled back and forth for a long time.
Tristan just sat far away from them, with his knees pulled up to his chin. He closed his eyes shut trying to block out the painful noises. Never in his life, did he think that he , a DuGrey, would be hitchhiking and almost get slit in the throat. Suddenly he heard a howl of pain and he opened his eyes. Jess got up and pulled Tristan up and they walked away very fast. They couldn't risk the chance of anyone else seeing them.
Jess stopped as they reached their exit. He saw the train station up ahead. Tristan stopped as well and looked at Jess with confusion apparent in his eyes even in the darkness. Jess smiled. Tristan echoed his actions and the walked, both with boyish grins on their face, into the station to buy their tickets.
A/N: This chapter was really dumb. Review to let me know HOW dumb it was, cuz I can always correct it. And u can never go wrong with suggestions. Even though this story was supposed to be Jess POV and stuff, there's gonna be a part in the next chapter that has Rory POV, I just need to get what she thinks out of the way.