Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
A little too easily. His face was closed off now, and I knew that I had pushed him farther than he wanted to go. Deciding to change the subject, I started telling him a funny story about Max, James, Cheyenne and me.
“So this one time at band camp.” I said while pausing for effect.
He rolled his eyes, exasperated at my attempt at lightheartedness. I small smile crooked the corner of his lip up, but that was all that he gave me.
“Okay, it wasn’t at band camp. Cheyenne and I were having a sleepover, and found out that Max and James were going on a double date that night. So, we did what any thirteen year olds would do, we hid in the back of the car while they went to pick up their dates. Things were moving along nicely until around ten that evening. We thought they would just go to a movie, but they didn’t. They went to some party, and we were stuck in the car for hours. Luckily, we planned ahead and brought snacks and drinks. Here we were hanging out in the back seat eating some trail mix when the cops show up. The car was boxed in pretty good, and there was utter chaos going on outside our doors. Deciding that it was best for us to get out of there, I hotwired the car-“I was saying before he interrupted me.
“What do you mean, you hotwired the car?” He asked.
“I learned that useful skill on YouTube. I also know how to get out of zip ties, and pick a lock. Cheyenne and I practiced.” I said proudly.
“Why would you need to know how to do this?” he asked.
“Duh. Because it is useful information. Especially in that situation. So anyway, I start the car, and only hit the car in front of me twice before I managed to get us turned around and headed out of there. About that time, James and Max come barreling out of the house. Their dates are nowhere to be seen. They’re running full tilt towards us and hop in the back seat just as I pealed out of the driveway, skirting the cops as I went.
I was one of many cars though, and managed to get out of there before being questioned. Max and James were drunk as skunks in the back seat, and pass out before we even make it home. I parked outside of Cheyenne’s house and we left there asses there on the front lawn. We went back to my house. The next morning we went out to the car and realized that even more damage was done to the car than we thought. Cheyenne’s mom came out around that time and found us staring at the car. You should have seen how pissed she got. To this day they don’t remember how they got home, and think that one of them wrecked the car and drove drunk.”
“You can’t be serious.” He said to me. “You were only thirteen. How did you know how to drive?”
“I used to borrow Max’s car all the time. I was a little bit of a delinquent.” I explained.
“A little bit of a delinquent. Are you still this way?” he asked.
“I am a tad impulsive, but I would never endanger myself.”
“Well thank God for small things”
Chapter 5
I wake up in the morning and I piss excellence.
-Talladega Nights
Gabe
“I think we can use this kid. He doesn’t want to be in this situation, and if we get the brother out, then he won’t have a reason to be entering the gang anymore.
I was in the down room with Sam, Max and Jack. Elliott is at home with Blaine, who was perilously close to dropping her kid out on the pavement at any moment. Cheyenne and Ember decided to help Blaine around the house as well. James is delivering a bird to her new cage in South Louisiana.
“What does Luke think?” Sam asked.
I turned my head and looked Sam in the eyes. He had his feet propped up on the edge of the desk. Grease covered him from head to toe, and had a bottle of Heineken dangled from his fingers.
“He tried to make contact, but the kid’s like a ghost. Knows his shit. I’ve only been able to tail him twice in the past two days. Once to school, and the other home from school. He gave me the slip though, because when I knocked on the door the grandma said he wasn’t home, and she didn’t look like the type to take any shit. I haven’t seen any Skulls near him at all.” I answered him.
Sam nodded, and seemed to lose himself in thought. Max was staring at me with scrutinizing eyes. He’d been doing this ever since Ember started staying with me. He knew that I was sleeping with his sister. He also didn’t seem too happy about it.
He could go fuck himself.
My phone rang, interrupting the quiet. Ember’s bright idea of putting “The Bad in me” by Jake Owen’s shifted the mood from serious and somber to playful. Sam chuckled, and Max faced cracked into a semblance of a smile. Apparently, he understood his sister’s sense of humor. I would have sworn he’d kick my ass when he heard the part about having nothin’ on.
For the life of me I couldn’t figure out how she found this song, let alone how she managed to get the shit on the phone. I haven’t changed it yet. It’s something she would do to me, calling me at work when she knew I couldn’t come to her. Teasing me, and making me want her for the rest of the day.
Ember’s name and picture of her foot flashed across the screen, and I smiled wide as I picked it up.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Can you take Blaine, Cheyenne, and me to the Baby’s R Us? Elliott needs to go check on his mom, and Cheyenne’s mom has the twins. We need to get her the rest of the shit she needs before the baby gets here. She’s being induced in a week.”