After we all introduced ourselves I just stuck to looking out the window and listening to the music that was playing on the radio. We were listening to Marilyn Manson’s, This is the new shit. I love this song and seems everyone in this truck did too because they knew all the words and were singing along. That broke the ice and made me feel less awkward not knowing them.
I started noticing we were not heading towards the movies unless we were going to one I haven’t been to before. My stomach was feeling uneasy. How well did Nichole know these people? She didn’t seem nervous but she isn’t the type to notice. She is more focused on that guy sitting between us then what road we are on.
I didn’t want to say anything out loud so I kept glancing over trying to get her to meet my eyes. She never looked long enough for me to notice I was trying to ask her something with my eyes. I just wanted to mouth were are we going? If I was just being paranoid I didn’t want them to think I was accusing them of kidnapping.
I hated when my stomach was nervous, I felt as though I could puke at any moment. There have been so many times that my gut feeling was right. I couldn’t just ignore this and let it go and I will not be going down without a fight. Just because this man had a son doesn’t mean that they are not a kidnapping team.
We pulled off of the highway and I could see a mall in the distance to the left.
“Nichole, I thought we were going to the movies?”
“Yeah, I forgot to tell you plans got changed.”
“We were meeting people there?”
“It’s fine, this will be fun too.”
I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms, how dare she change plans like that without telling me? I was really looking forward to seeing Trent outside of school.
Well at least I know I am not being abducted but this sucks. I don’t even have Trent’s number to text him we are not coming, I hope she has told me. I don’t want him upset with me thinking I ditched him. I don’t even want to go to the mall. There is no point in going if you have no money to spend. If I knew that was what we were doing I could have asked my dad for money.
We got dropped off at the mall entrance and walked through the food court for food samples.
“You don’t need money to have fun here,” Nichole said.
“Apparently,” I said rolling my eyes.
“Cheer up.” She teased.
“You know I wanted to see Trent tonight.”
“I’m sorry that plans got changed we will hang out with him another time.”
I tried to cheer up and not act annoyed anymore but it was hard, I was really annoyed at the whole situation.
They were goofing off in front of me and I was dragging my feet behind them. Brendan kept taking backward glances at me when Nichole wasn’t paying attention. What a dirt bag, flirting with the both of us, secretly. We walked past Starbucks and my mouth watered for some coffee.
I know my dad would of at least gave me enough money for a Starbucks coffee, even though he wouldn’t really know I was getting coffee. Anytime I want Starbucks I tell him I want a decaf or a smoothie or something like that. I started going through my purse to see if I have enough change to get a drink. No dammit, I only have a few pennies at the bottom, of course when I need it I have no change but when I don’t need it I have tons.
Could tonight be any more of a drag? As if I said that out loud Brendan stopped and said, “Let’s get Starbucks.”
“I don’t have any money,” Nichole said.
“Me either,” I said.
“I do, I got it.” He smiled.
“Thanks.” I smiled back at him.
Nichole ran up and gave him a big long hug. So long I felt the urge to look away like they were making out or something. I am getting to like this guy now, he seems nice. I need to be nicer to him and stop being such a sour puss.
In Starbucks at the front counter, I ordered a caramel frappuccino and walked off to the other side to wait for my drink while they ordered theirs. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself, this is exactly what I needed.
“I know I have already said this but thank you so much, Brendan.”
“No problem.” He smiled and gave me a little side hug.
“I like your eyes.” I blurted out.
Damn, did I just say that out loud?
“I like yours too, they seem to change colors.”
I could feel my cheeks heating up. Nichole started walking over so I pulled my eyes away from his and cleared my throat, running my fingers through my hair. Good thing she is so oblivious to the things going on around her.
We got our drinks and walked out of Starbucks and we paused when we got to the middle where we had to decide which hall to choose.
“Let’s go to Sears and ride the escalators,” Nichole said.
“Sounds fun.” I murmured as I took a sip of my frappuccino.
After riding the escalators a couple times we went to check out the furniture. I immediately went for the recliners, I love those and want one of my own one day.
I watched as Nichole and Brendan went for the beds and started jumping on them. Great, I thought, now we are going to get in trouble. Sure enough, a security guard came and said, “You can not jump on the furniture, where are your parents?” With his hands on his hips, clearly irritated. They both just laughed at him and yelled for me to come on and we took off.
The whole time we were running all I could think was, Oh Shit, Oh Shit!
“Wait for me!” I yelled they were getting way ahead of me.
I looked behind me to see if we were being chased but the guy was still in the same spot but talking into his radio. We ran out the back doors to the parking lot and didn’t stop until we were far away from the mall. We ran into a parking garage and Brendan guided us to an elevator.
“Get on.” He said.
We piled on and Nichole started acting weird like she was having a panic attack. Why have one now and not in the mall when we were running from security, I thought.
“She is having a panic attack,” Brendan said.
“I hate small spaces.” She choked out.
“The doors are going to open any second,” I said trying to ease her.
The doors opened and we let her out first following out behind her.
She got out and leaned over and put her hands on her knees and took some deep breaths. We rubbed her back until she was better and straightened back up.
“Shit, you okay?” I asked.
“I’m going to call my dad to come get us,” Brendan said.
“Yeah, I’m okay now.”
“Good, that was crazy.”
“I thought I would be fine on a short elevator ride but it hit me like a ton of bricks when the door shut.”
“We will take the stairs down,” I stated.
“Yeah.” She laughed.
“My dad will be here soon to get us, let’s go to the parking lot.”
“Okay,” Nichole said.
“Good,” I said relieved.
I’m ready to get the hell out of here and go home, make some food and watch TV. I wonder what I am going to make when I get home or maybe my dad made something for dinner. Some nights it’s fend for yourself and he doesn’t cook dinner. Maybe I’ll make a chimichanga, my stomach grumbled at the thought.
We all took the stairs this time, I almost just took the elevator myself and met them at the bottom but I decided it’s healthier to take the stairs for exercise anyway so I followed down behind them. After waiting for a while in the parking lot his dad pulled up in his truck and we all piled in.
“How was the mall?” His dad asked.
“It was good,” Brendan replied.
Brendan looked over at us like do not say a word. I kept my mouth shut and looked out the window.
Instead of going back to my place we went back to his dad’s.
“Tell your dad you are spending the night at my house.”
“What, I can’t do that.”
“He will never find out.”
“I want to go home.”
“Just text your dad he won’t care.”