On the Run

Chapter 9

Laney and Christian ❤️

Laney POV

~3 weeks later~

I looked in the mirror at my wardrobe. I wore my black crop top, leggings, and Jordans. I curled my long hair and put Christian's chain around my neck. I feel pretty for some reason. I put my big nerd glasses on so I won't be that noticeable as Laney Cole.

Christian and I have been hanging out a lot lately and I like him...as a friend. I haven't had a real friend in so long.

Beep beep

I looked out my window and saw him outside in his Benz. I smiled and left out. My smile fades once I saw his sister, Lori, in the backseat.

"Sup girl." Christian smiled once I got in.

"Hey." I hugged him.

"Hey." Lori said.

"Hey Lori." I smirked with Christian. He pulled off and the ride was quiet.

"So I heard that Laney Cole chick is in the A." Lori said.

"For real?" Christian said.

"Yea that's what the police say." Lori said.

I sat quietly not caring to engage in their conversation.

We soon pulled up to the school. We got out and people stared as I walked between Christian and Lori.

"What is everybody looking at?" Christian asked.

"My new highlights." Lori pranced away cockily.

We walked into the school and posted up at my locker.

"Really dude? Mya Johnson?" His best friend Ricardo walked up to us

"Yea." Christian shrugged.

"Hello." He turned to me. I mugged the fuck out of him.

"Tell him I'm not friendly." I told Christian.

"Dude don't mess with her. She's mean as fuck." He said with a straight face. Ricardo smirked at me.

"Mya wouldn't hurt a fly." Ricardo laughed.

Ive killed more people than he has met. I couldn't do nothing but laugh his comment off.

"Whatever. Christian I'm going to the bathroom." I told him.

"Ok." He dapped me up before letting me. I got my backpack out my locker and headed down the halls being unnoticed.

I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I wish I wasn't a fugitive to this fucking country. Jamal left me all alone to handle this by myself.

"So you Mya Johnson?" A girl walked out the stalls. She washed her hands in the sink next to me and watched me through the mirror.

"Depends.. Who wants to know?" I asked.

"I'm Jory Cole." She held her hand out. I paused and stared at her. This bitch got my last name.

"Hey.." I said awkwardly. She laughed and looked under all the stalls making sure no one was in here.

"Don't flex on me Laney." She smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I was about to say but the girl grabbed my shoulder. I slapped her hand away.

"I'm not scared of you, Laney, like the NYPD was. I thought you would have remembered me sis." She shrugged.

"Where you think you going?!" Mom snapped.

"The park." I sighed.

"You know I'm pregnant! Stay here and watch me!" She snapped.

"Sis?" I said in disbelief.

"Live and in the flesh. I been looking for you for so long." She hugged me tightly. I didn't even hug her back. Instead I pushed her off me.

"If you my sister, enlighten me on my background." I frowned.

"We both were born and raised in the Bronx by Tammy and Greg Cole. You and Jamal caused hell though out New York. Ma and Da never really talked about you much. But I left them to come look for you." She said.

"Why?" I frowned slightly.

"You're my sister La-"

"My name is Mya Johnson." I quickly corrected her.

"Okay...Mya." She said.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm on the run. On the run from everything dealing with the law. Stay as far away from me as possible." And with that being said I walked out the bathroom.

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