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PART 2 Chapter 9
It was a while before effects of the scat wore off. One of the last to experience the high, Casey was still giggling like a hyena when Zeke slowed the car to an impatient idle at an intersection, waiting for the red light to turn green. With a sudden screech of tires, another car pulled up beside us. Loud, pounding music blasted out from windows wound completely down despite the rain.
"Hey, where're ya off to, buddy?" Gabe shouted across at us, one arm slouched arrogantly across the open driver's window. Three other jocks sat in his car, their heads moving in time to the fast beat.
"Where're ya off to, buddy?" Casey repeated with a fresh burst of giggles.
"We're ah..." Stan began.
"Catchin' a movie," Zeke cut in with the lie. His eyes flicked to the traffic light. It was still red.
"Yeah?" Gabe answered. I couldn't tell if he believed us or not, or if he and the other jocks had also been turned, but at that moment all I wanted to do was get out of town. "Hey, you know Alex," Gabe continued casually, "man, he's chucking one massive party at his place! Come with us and check it out," he cocked his head.
"Nah man, I think we'll pass," Zeke replied. The light had just turned green. But before he could step on the accelerator, two more cars screeched to a halt in front of the Pontiac, blocking the road off. Zeke's eyes narrowed. Stokely and I exchanged wide-eyed looks of alarm.
"C'mon, Zeke! You're part of the team now, man. Gotta play by the rules..." Gabe slowly stepped out of his car into the rain. He didn't seem to notice the water soaking his hair and clothes. From the two cars in front, the rest of the jocks also got out, all wearing their Hornets jackets. Chris was one of them. I froze. His face was expressionless. Tapping a baseball bat against the palm of one hand, he and the others slowly approached our car.
"What's going on, Gabe?" Stan asked suspiciously. His hand tightened over the gun in his lap.
Gabe was slowly shaking his head at us. "I'm really disappointed in you guys. Especially you, Stan. You let us down bad, quitting the team just like that..." They converged on the car, circling menacingly around us like baiting sharks. I stared out the window, my heart beating rapidly in fear. What were they up to? I tried not to let the panic show on my face.
By now, Casey had sobered enough from the scat to realize the potential threat we were in. Leaning over Delilah, he called out the window, "Hey, we'd love check out that party, guys, but 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers' is on in five minutes -"
He didn't get to finish his sentence. Behind us, drawing back his arms, Chris swung the baseball bat into our rear windshield.
The windshield shattered inwards with a deafening explosion of glass.
Delilah screamed.
Screaming, I flinched and ducked as shards of glass showered over me, Stokely, Delilah and Casey in the back seat.
"Step on it!" Stan yelled amidst the shouts and screams.
Without hesitation, Zeke floored the pedal. The Pontiac shot forward, slamming into the two cars parked in front of us. With an expert spin of the wheel, he shouldered the car past the obstacles and we roared off down the rain-slicked road.
I turned in my seat to look back. Behind us, the jocks were fast jumping in their cars and gunning their engines to give chase.
"Shit! Faster!" Stan, looking back, urged.
"They got em," Casey murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. "Its happening so fast this time."
Zeke wrenched the wheel hard to the left. We were all flung sideways as the car skidded around the corner, narrowly missing a pole.
"Hurry!! They're gaining on us!" Delilah screamed in a shrill high-pitched voice filled with panic.
All of a sudden we were abruptly jerked forward in our seats as something rammed us from behind. Gasping, I cast another look over my shoulder – Gabe's car was riding bumper to bumper behind us. Grinning maniacally, he rammed us again.
"Fuck!" Zeke swore. He shifted gears, tried to pull away. But Chris's car caught up alongside our right.
With a hard, intense expression on his face, Chris jerked the wheel, slamming his car into ours. He was trying to force us off the road! The Pontiac veered as Zeke wrestled for control of the car. Stan fired the gun. The bullets ripped into Chris. He slouched unconscious over the wheel and their car swerved away, smashing into a van parked by the kerb.
PART 2 Chapter 9
It was a while before effects of the scat wore off. One of the last to experience the high, Casey was still giggling like a hyena when Zeke slowed the car to an impatient idle at an intersection, waiting for the red light to turn green. With a sudden screech of tires, another car pulled up beside us. Loud, pounding music blasted out from windows wound completely down despite the rain.
"Hey, where're ya off to, buddy?" Gabe shouted across at us, one arm slouched arrogantly across the open driver's window. Three other jocks sat in his car, their heads moving in time to the fast beat.
"Where're ya off to, buddy?" Casey repeated with a fresh burst of giggles.
"We're ah..." Stan began.
"Catchin' a movie," Zeke cut in with the lie. His eyes flicked to the traffic light. It was still red.
"Yeah?" Gabe answered. I couldn't tell if he believed us or not, or if he and the other jocks had also been turned, but at that moment all I wanted to do was get out of town. "Hey, you know Alex," Gabe continued casually, "man, he's chucking one massive party at his place! Come with us and check it out," he cocked his head.
"Nah man, I think we'll pass," Zeke replied. The light had just turned green. But before he could step on the accelerator, two more cars screeched to a halt in front of the Pontiac, blocking the road off. Zeke's eyes narrowed. Stokely and I exchanged wide-eyed looks of alarm.
"C'mon, Zeke! You're part of the team now, man. Gotta play by the rules..." Gabe slowly stepped out of his car into the rain. He didn't seem to notice the water soaking his hair and clothes. From the two cars in front, the rest of the jocks also got out, all wearing their Hornets jackets. Chris was one of them. I froze. His face was expressionless. Tapping a baseball bat against the palm of one hand, he and the others slowly approached our car.
"What's going on, Gabe?" Stan asked suspiciously. His hand tightened over the gun in his lap.
Gabe was slowly shaking his head at us. "I'm really disappointed in you guys. Especially you, Stan. You let us down bad, quitting the team just like that..." They converged on the car, circling menacingly around us like baiting sharks. I stared out the window, my heart beating rapidly in fear. What were they up to? I tried not to let the panic show on my face.
By now, Casey had sobered enough from the scat to realize the potential threat we were in. Leaning over Delilah, he called out the window, "Hey, we'd love check out that party, guys, but 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers' is on in five minutes -"
He didn't get to finish his sentence. Behind us, drawing back his arms, Chris swung the baseball bat into our rear windshield.
The windshield shattered inwards with a deafening explosion of glass.
Delilah screamed.
Screaming, I flinched and ducked as shards of glass showered over me, Stokely, Delilah and Casey in the back seat.
"Step on it!" Stan yelled amidst the shouts and screams.
Without hesitation, Zeke floored the pedal. The Pontiac shot forward, slamming into the two cars parked in front of us. With an expert spin of the wheel, he shouldered the car past the obstacles and we roared off down the rain-slicked road.
I turned in my seat to look back. Behind us, the jocks were fast jumping in their cars and gunning their engines to give chase.
"Shit! Faster!" Stan, looking back, urged.
"They got em," Casey murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. "Its happening so fast this time."
Zeke wrenched the wheel hard to the left. We were all flung sideways as the car skidded around the corner, narrowly missing a pole.
"Hurry!! They're gaining on us!" Delilah screamed in a shrill high-pitched voice filled with panic.
All of a sudden we were abruptly jerked forward in our seats as something rammed us from behind. Gasping, I cast another look over my shoulder – Gabe's car was riding bumper to bumper behind us. Grinning maniacally, he rammed us again.
"Fuck!" Zeke swore. He shifted gears, tried to pull away. But Chris's car caught up alongside our right.
With a hard, intense expression on his face, Chris jerked the wheel, slamming his car into ours. He was trying to force us off the road! The Pontiac veered as Zeke wrestled for control of the car. Stan fired the gun. The bullets ripped into Chris. He slouched unconscious over the wheel and their car swerved away, smashing into a van parked by the kerb.