Convicts. || Derek Luh

33|stressed|

chapter XXXIII

We were in the car and it was silent.

"I'm so sick of this already." I said.

Derek shook his head, as his knuckles turned white from how tight he was gripping the steering wheel.

I shook my head, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Changing." I said, climbing to the back seat.

I grabbed the bag from the floor of the car, and put it up on the seat.

"Eyes on the road." I said hitting Derek's seat, as he laughed.

"It's nothing I haven't seen."

"I don't care."

I unzipped the bag, and pulled off my dress, slipping on a shirt, and pulling on my jeans.

I put on black socks, and grabbed my black converse, shoving everything else back into the bag and zipping it up. Derek stopped the car at a red light, so I climbed back into the passenger seat. Putting my shoes on. I tied them and tucked the laces in the sides of the shoes, before putting my seat belt back on.

"That was quickly then I expected." Derek stated.

"Did you watch?" I asked.

"The whole time." He confessed.

I smacked his arm.

"Aye watch it, I could of traded you today." He said, I rolled my eyes.

"About that..." I trailed off as he looked at me. "Like...Does this mean all of us are in more danger." I asked slightly freaked.

"Yes, and no. I want to know what your up against, but I don't want you to get hurt." He said.

"Either way I'm gonna get hurt. No matter what, but damn you life is fucking hard." I said.

"You have not idea."

"So..Derek." I said.

He paused.

"You talked to Vanessa." I said.

"Don't start." He said laughing.

"Whatever, wait I think Sam's calling me anyway." I said.

"Fuck off."

My phone rang.

I looked at my phone. "Sam's calling me."

"Liar."

"On god." I said showing him my phone.

He shook his head.

"Hello." I answered.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. Everyone's fine." I reassured.

"The police showed up, and took the guys away. But we have an issue." He said.

I put the phone on speaker.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Four people were shot, but they all lived. Except one."

I looked at Derek, and he looked stone cold.

"Who?"

"That girl Melissa. Ya know one of Vanessa's best friend."

Derek had no expression on his face.