50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [07]

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8) Even though you're grounded, sneak out with the delinquent

"Nathan, let me go," I begged as he dragged me back inside to my room. "I don't want to go to the mall."

What the hell were we going to do at the mall anyway?

"I won't take no for an answer."

"You can't force me into anything," I scolded. "I have rights damn it!"

Oh boy. How did my life changed so dramatically in the past twenty-four hours? This wasn't me at all. "Go screw yourself," I suddenly spat without thinking clearly. Yes, I was angry at Nathan. Angry because he changed my life without even doing anything much.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers on my waist, tugging on my pants lightly. I watched in silent horror. "I will do it," he said.

And I think he meant it.

"You wouldn't dare," I hissed. "Get dress, Carrot. Or I'll dress you up. And trust me, I'll strip you down to your underwear if I have to. I wonder what you're wearing tonight."

He was getting ready to yank my pants down and I knew by then that he wasn't kidding. "AH! STOP!" I screamed but he placed a palm over my mouth. The pressure was overwhelming. I found myself struggling for air.

"Don't make me beg," he said. "Two is better than one."

"Why?" I tried to say, but nothing came out. Regardless, he told me the reason anyway. "I'm beginning to like you mmkay? And maybe we could be friends," he said, rolling his eyes. I didn't know if he was being sarcastic or not.

Most probably yes.

"Carrot? Oh shit!"

I coughed and spluttered as I turned to my side. I couldn't see my face, obviously. But I was pretty sure it was red. "Sorry," he muttered casually as if he didn't even mean it. There was a gut-wrenching feeling as I stayed silent for a couple of seconds.

"Fine," I finally said. "Fine I'll go."

A couple of minutes later, I was already dressed for a casual night out. And I couldn't help but muttered how crazy this was repeatedly, which annoyed the hell out of Nathan. "Shut up or you'll wake up Hell," was what he said.

At first I thought he was saying that I was so loud till I could wake hell up.

And then I remembered he was referring to my mom's dog.

I followed him silently until we reached at least two blocks. I was baffled, to be honest. Surely, we were not going to walk all the way from here to town?

Just as I thought that, I saw something at the far end of a corner. A guy around Nathan's age was smoking a cigarette, glancing his watch every few seconds. When we got close enough, Nathan waved lazily.

The stranger was leaning against a sleek black car. "Audi huh?" was Nathan's way of greeting him. "Don't tell me you bought this, Tyler."

"Bought it?" the guy named Tyler chuckled. "Dude, what's the fun in that? Of course I stole it. Pretty easy too."

At that precise moment, I felt as if I was struck by raining bullets.

Nathan must have noticed my sudden discomfort because he rolled his eyes and clucked his tongue. "Sorry for this angel," he said. "I just needed to show her some fun."

Fun. "Is this what it's all about? To prove that I can be a...a bitch?!" I said, disgusted. He shook his head slightly. "Not really. I just really wanted to take you out."

Unexpectedly, I blushed.

But I've learned not to trust any bad boys for the past few years.

"Hello there," Tyler cooed, releasing a puff of smoke towards me. I coughed and covered my mouth and nose. I was so not going into the same car as a freaking criminal!

* * *

I couldn't believe I was riding in a car that a criminal stole.

"What are you doing in this god forsaken place?" Nathan said, stretching his legs.

We broke the speed limit. Heck, we were going so fast it was as if a speed limit didn't exist in the first place. And yet, these two humans were calmly talking without a care.

At least, I think they were humans.

What humans could subject themselves to such a torture?

My stomach was churning. Oh god, I was going to puke. "My brother moved here a couple of months ago," he said. "Heard that you were here, so what the fuck?" he said, scratching the back of his neck. Tyler was a brunette with cold, gray eyes.

There was a scar near his neck.

"I heard this Quinton guy was the whole reason you are in that shitty center in the first place," he said. Nathan shrugged and Tyler snickered. "Ah, I knew it."

I tried not to listen. And I failed.

I was just too curious to resist.

"The moment I heard you were caught, I knew something was seriously screwed up," Tyler continued. "Nate Bradley could throw a punch. But nothing too serious to get him arrested. So what happened? I thought the guy was a friend of yours."

"You're right. He was. I was simply at the wrong place, at the wrong time," he sighed. "Doesn't matter. I was too late anyway."

Tyler shot him a sympathetic look. "I know about that. I've read it in the news. I'm sorry."

I took a peek at speedometer and instantly regretted my decision.

In fact, I nearly fainted.

"Excuse me?" I said. "Excuse me, can you please slow down?"

He went faster.

Oh my god, I was going to die. "Don't worry sweetheart, this is still slow."

110mph was slow?

He swerved to the right at a sharp corner. I wanted to scream, I seriously did. But the terror was stuck inside my throat. "Stop it!" I yelled. "What if we get caught? What if we die?!"

I didn't knew what was worst at that point. Getting caught or death.

"I never get caught," Tyler said, a smirk plastered on his face. "But death is a probability," Nathan added. My bottom lip quivered. I never felt so frightened in my life. I looked outside the window. Cars were whizzing past us in a blur. Their headlights making spaghetti-like stripes every time we passed them.

"If you want to kill yourself, we have Six Flags," I said, remembering my horrible experience riding the roller coasters there.

Let's just say that I spent the rest of the day in the toilet with my face facing the toilet bowl as I vomited what's left of my lunch, breakfast and...probably, the last night's midnight snack.