4. out of gas and out of hope
After saying bye to Michael I was on my way to my car when I saw what had been done. My tires, slashed, probably by the drunk dude as revenge. I sighed to myself and looked around, no pay phone and my phone is back with James. "Hey again." I heard michael say from behind me. "Is this your car?"
I nodded yes and gulped, what am I going to do?
"Do you need a ride home?" He asked.
I smiled, "how do I know you won't kidnap me and rape me?"
He laughed, "I can give you three reasons... One: I'm in a band so that would ruin my image. Two: I am a very trustworthy idiot. And three: you're not my type."
I smirked, "Yeah you're not my type either. I don't like self centered loosers who are in a wannabe punk rock band."
"Come on." He laughed and dragged me to his car.
I got in the back seat instead of the passenger seat and laid down.
"Do you want the front seat?" He smiled.
"Nah I like to pretend that I'm
In a limo." I smiled back and rolled over on my stomach. "Let's roll!"
He started up his car and we rode about twenty miles until Michaels car stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked sitting up.
"My car... It's out of gas." Michael said getting out and looking around to see where we were.
I got out behind him and next thing I know... A hard metal tool hits my head.