Hayley was a freshman at NYU, following her dreams. Sure she was broke and currently living off of ramen noodles, but she was determined to let nothing stand in her way.
Aileen was crazy. A self-proclaimed thug, she lived life hard and without regre...
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The car ride was silent, until I broke it.
"Oh ho ho. You have no idea how much of a mistake you just made."
He ignored me, and I continued, my fury bubbling over.
"I'm insane. I make an axe-murderer look like a pink baby in a tutu."
He gulped, but kept driving.
"You are going to regret this moment for the rest of your life, and then some."
He began sweating.
"I will KILL YOU. You have NEVER met anyone as CRAZY, or as MERCILESS as me. I'll make you regret the day you first began to form in your mother's WOMB!"
He wiped away moisture on his forehead, and passed a car.
"Whether you return me or not, you'll pay. Maybe if you turn back, I'll take it a little easier, but either way, I'm going to shove my foot so far down your throat you'll start-"
"What's your name?" He interrupted.
I did a double take. My name?
"Aileen," I said. Was that a bad decision?
He visibly perked up. "Ale?"
"Aileen," I said. "Ale-lean."
"Darn," He complained, his face falling. "I could use some ale. What even is that name anyway?"
"It's Irish," I said. I thought it was pretty obvious.
Suddenly, I noticed how ugly the car was.
"Ewwww!" I exclaimed, eyeing it in distain. "If you're going to kidnap me, don't you at least have the decency to kidnap me in a nice car??"
"Hey!" He protested. "This is my mother's car!"
I snorted. "Well that explains A LOT."
"Stop that!"
Then my train of thought came back to me. Escaping! Right.
"Alright buster, listen here," I began in a threatening tone. "I may not look it- but I'm pretty sure I'm 1/32 Latino, and if you don't return me this INSTANT, my gang will be here any day now with their razors and vascaline. My street name was La Chica Loco. Wanna know why? Because I'm CRAZY. I am literally insane, and I do not hold myself accountable for anything I do when I get angry. Is that really someone you want near you?"
He raised an eyebrow. "La chica loco?"
"That's not the point!" I said impatiently. "The point is that I'm tough. I grew up in the HOOD. And a girl picks up some stuff for safety. You've got no idea what I can do to you."
At this he smiled. "Do to me? Sexy."
"No!" I stomped. "Not sexy! It's scary!"
He chuckled, and continued driving.
Alright, fine.
Time to bring out the big guns.
"You've left me no choice," I said aloud. "You get the hard way. Here it comes."
And I took a deep breath, stilling myself.
Then I belted out, "NEVER MIND ILL FIND, SOMEONE LIKE YOUUUU!"
"AHHHH!" He yelled, his hands jerking and causing the car to swerve. "MAKE IT STOP!"
"DONT FORGET ME! I BEG! I'LL REMEMBER YOU SAID-"
"THATS IT!" He yelled. "SHUT UP OR I'LL PUNCH YOU!"
"DO IT!" I called his bluff. "I ADRE YOU!"
He opened his mouth to yell back, but then paused. "What's Adre?"
My face turned red. "I mess up words when I get angry!"
He had the nerve to laugh.
It's not my fault, my mouth moves faster than my mind does!
He smiled in the review mirror. "That's going to be fun."
"You know what's fun?" I asked. "My FIST in your FACE!"
He had the nerve to laugh. Laugh.
Alright, that was it. I was DONE PLAYING AROUND.
I needed to do something. Something so terrifying and drastic that he would be afraid of women for the rest of his life! My specialty.
"Why are you so quiet back there?" He asked. "Are you scheming?"
"Yes," I admitted. Now for the distraction. I leaned in very close to the back of seat, and when my lips were right next to his ear, I whispered in a low and sultry voice, "Under my clothes, I am stark naked."
He paled, and I took the opportunity to unbuckle my seatbelt and jump into the passengers seat.
"HEY!" He shouted. "GET BACK THERE!"
I shoved him, and reached for the wheel.
Momentarily, we wrestled for control.
"OUT OF MY WAY!" I yelled, pushing him back with my shoulder.
"OUT OF MY FACE!"
"OUT OF MY LIFE!"
"OUT-AHHHH!" He cried as I managed to punch him right in the jaw.
I grabbed the steering wheel and we swerved to left.
Cars honked, and I tried to drive us off of the road.
He recovered quickly though, and grabbed the wheel back, returning us.
I pushed hard, but he grabbed my hands and pulled them off. Then he pushed me back into the back of the car, and I hit my head.
"Ouch!" I said indignantly.
"Sorry!" He exclaimed. "But you were going to kill us!"
"If only," I muttered crossly. "What are you planning on doing with me, anyway?"
He shrugged. "Maybe I just want a Bingo partner and all my friends are busy."
My eyes narrowed.
"Look, Ale," He began. "It's no use talking to me. I'm like a S.W.A.T. guy or something. These lips are sealed," He told me.
I scowled, and leaned my head against the door. It's Aileen.
