A/N I know how long some of you have been waiting for this chapter, so here it is! I appreciate your reviews, and keep them coming! I dont want to write something that only 2 people will review. I want to make the big 100! Thanks,

armedwithapen

Chapter 6

I didnt hestitate. I ran straight into my room and swapped my skirt for jeans. I stuffed a jersey into a bag with my cell, and high-tailed it back into the kitchen, grabbing anything from the fridge. Then, I took the keys from my dad's dressing room pocket and was out the door. I jumped over my dad and banged down the stairs, my ears just about catching the echo of a faint "Suze?" from my mom. I didnt look back though. I was on my way out of there.

No-one was about, except fancy business men in fancy suits, gabbing on fancy cell phones and ignoring me. I snuck round the back of the building to the car park and sought out my dad's Merc and rammed the keys into the lock.

The piercing screech told me I'd missed the lock and now made a slightly large dent in the side of my dad's car. I swore furiously, as now people were starting to stare. I slotted the keys more carefully into the lock, and hopped in. I'm not exactly what you called an experienced driver. My dad is too busy to give me lessons( my guilty conscience was whispering was too busy, was too busy, but I ignored it), and we weren't even close to being rich, so its not like we could afford any. Anyway, I'd watched my dad do it for seventeen years, so I had an idea. The wheels squealed and I sped off, over-turning the wheel and fiddling with the gearstick.

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"Are you crazy?" Jake hissed as I explained to him that I wanted him to pack his bags and get in the car.
"I'm half way through my semester!"

"Please?" I begged. "I've done something terrible, I need to leave. Take me anywhere."

Jake gazed into my gleaming eyes and stroked one of my damp cheeks. I could tell he was softening.

"Fine. But dont expect me to pass the finals."

I hugged him and slid into the passenger seat. Jake joined me minutes later with a rugsack stuffed randomly.

"So, whats this bad thing you did? Failed trig again?" Jake asked, starting the engine.

"No, and thats no funny," I snapped.

"What was it then?"

"Um... I can't tell you," I replied. I know it sounded bad, but not as bad as telling him I was a possible murderer.

"Ok," said Jake. "But, Suze, you know I'll always be here."

"Thanks," I replied, and I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Though Jake being Jake, he took this as a make-out oppurtunity and wrapped both his arms round me and started kissing me properly and passionately. This I didnt particularly mind, as it was taking my mind off things, but when his lips moved down my neck and his hands up my shirt, I pulled away and yelled "Jake!"

He raised his hands in a so-sue-me gesture and muttered,

"Fine. Next stop, California."