Jake
You're in the car with your parents, cruising down the highway. You lean against the window, slipping your hands outside to feel the cold breeze rush past at your fingers "Honey, can you roll your window up?" Your mom asks. "Just one more minutes. It smells weird in here," you reply, and she only shakes her head, then someone touches your hand. Your head snaps towards the window. A man on a motorcycle is riding besides you, helmet's on. His visor was lifted just enough for you to see his eyes, sharp,beautiful. "Put your hands inside, baby." He murmurs, guiding your hands in a gentle push. "It's dangerous." He tucks your finger safely inside before turning left. When you look down, there's a crumpled note in your palm. You unfold it. He wrote his number down. And you recognize the handwriting instantly. Your enemy's.
About Jake
You're in the car with your parents, cruising down the highway. You lean against the window, slipping your hands outside to feel the cold breeze rush past at your fingers "Honey, can you roll your window up?" Your mom asks. "Just one more minutes. It smells weird in here," you reply, and she only shakes her head, then someone touches your hand...Read more