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Chapter Four (Ky)

"There you are!" Vivian runs toward me, arms expanded.

"What's the big deal?" I answer, blankly. "I was literally only fifteen minutes late."

"Would your boss approve?" She asks. I don't understand why my friends are so weird.

"Who cares?" I snap back, "you're my friend. I wouldn't mind if you disapproved..."

"Wow there..." She responds, strangely in a kind tone. "I'm just glad that you're alive right now! Did you see what happened?"

"What?" I ask her, curiosity sparking. "What happened..."

"Six minutes ago a car just swerved," she answers.

I think for a moment. As I was driving, probably thinking about last night. Maybe about Connor. How it seems as if he's mocking me for what I heard last night. I thought that he'd react better, but apparently not. He's just a teenage boy. Did I really fucking expect better?

"What about it? This happens literally every day in California..." I'm truly not interested in what Vivian has to say about this unless there's something really interesting that just happened. "So why did you bring me here?"

"Well, at first I wanted to talk to you regularly... You know... Social shit's happening..." I notice that Vivian is talking swiftly. "But now this shit load is better."

"How?" I'm really done with life right now.

Last night I heard something at my window. It opened. Then it closed. My lights were off. My phone was a full four yards away from me. I had no idea if the person was inside or outside of my room. Would you expect me to turn on the light just as a kidnapper is going to shove a bag over my head. I wouldn't. I'd probably roll off the bed, trying to be savage. That wouldn't work out. My weight would slam against the floor and reveal everything.  Hopefully I'd wake up the house.

"Ky?" Vivian asks, waving her hand in front of my face.  I slap it down.  "Did you not hear a word that I said?"

"No," I answer her, honestly, "umm... Could you tell me again?"

"The car was flipped completely over-"

"So?" I interrupt, kind of wanting to leave right now.  Take a moment to think or something.  I honestly had no time at all this day to do this.  I mean, I have school and a bunch of friends hoarding me when I don't speak for five seconds.  I can do my weekend homework another day.  All that I want to do is sit in bed and think for a good moment.  I might even fall asleep in the process.  Max would probably wake me up.  Whatever...

"The car flipped over.  There was no sign of the driver anywhere.  Not even on the surveillance cameras," my friend interrupts my thoughts.

"So it looked like nobody was driving when the car was driving?" I ask, confused.

"Do you think that America can really afford high quality?"  She answers me, blankly.

"Sadly not," I retort.

"Do you want to look at the scene?" She asks me.

I stare at a café nearby.  "Not until I have a pumpkin spiced frappé in my hand." I answer, attempting to smile. Vivian looks at me like I'm weird.

"You sure you okay?" She asks me, now showing concern in her voice.

"Yes. I'm just craving food right now. I promise I'll go with you to look at the scene. Let's go."

"Fine," she halfway agrees, "can you pay for me?"

"Buy your own shit," I reply.

Vivian pulls out her wallet.