Say HULLERR to Davids car! >>>>>>> And a....TRAILER!!! (I made it hope you like it!) :D

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When we arrived at his car, I tried not to let my jaw drop.

“Oh…wow,” I dragged out in awe, touching the gleaming surface of the midnight black car. It’s surface shone from the close lamp post. It would easily blend into the night if there wasn’t any light.

David twirled the keys in his hand, and whistled loudly, “Hands off, she doesn’t like to be touched,” he stated, giving me a wink. He opened the drivers seat, and motioned for me to get in, “I’ll leave you if you take five more seconds!”

I rolled my eyes, and got into the passenger seat making sure to slam the door behind me. He narrowed his eyes at me while starting the engine. The vehicle purred to life, rumbling beneath my butt. Hot air blew into my face, warming me instantly.

This car is built for power. I wonder how much it costs!

“Hey, how much does this—“

I looked over to David, to see him turned towards me in the seat, “Rules of the car!” he started, like a drill sergeant, “no touching the leather, no breathing on the leather, no drinks, no food, and finally, no kissing the leather.This is a Koenigsegg CCX, and she’s brand new. I won’t accept anything better than her leather spotless, as well as her carpeted floors!”

“You talk about her as if she’s a person,” I commented dryly, crossing my arms over my chest. I realized how I was sort of acting jealous, and uncrossed them.

He chuckled, “She’s my baby,” he stated, smoothing his hand over the dashboard, “Isn’t that right Ko-Ko?”

I put my hand over my face and giggled, “Oh my God, get me home before this get’s rated R.”

He shifted in his seat, as he put the car in gear. His head turned to backup, and placed his hand on my seat, showing off his impressive biceps. I tried not to stare, and instead pressed the radio on. Hard Metal shot through the car, making me cover my ears. I pressed the buttons on the radio trying to change the station. The radio disobeyed and got louder.

“Turn it off!” I screamed, making David laugh harder.

His hand moved along the steering wheel. The music lowered, while he continued to chuckle. He waited in line with the hundreds of other cars waiting to leave the Carnival. “I told you not to touch the car. See what happened?”

I scowled at him, “You changed the volume!”

His lips lifted into a smirk, “Maybe.”

I glanced out the window, ignoring my smug Boss. He changed the station to something mellower, as we waited in line. My eyes drifted over the parking lot, until it drifted onto a familiar face talking to a boy. She moved her brown hair out of her face, laughing at some joke he told her.

Marcy? But David had said that she went home…

I quickly glanced back at David, who seemed more distracted than me. He kept one hand on the wheel, while he strolled through his cell phone. His face is blank, while his jaw his clenched. As if he felt my gaze he lifted his brown eyes to mine, “What?”

I blushed, “Oh—nothing I just…I saw something. It’s nothing.”

His eyebrows met in the middle, “Um…care to share? That’s kind of vague.”The line of cars moved, so he lifted his gaze back up to move forward. He hit the steering wheel in anger, “holy crap these people can not drive! Stop letting people in you moron!”

I stayed silent as he yelled at the old lady driving in front of us. There was no reason for me to over think seeing Marcy. They probably were just getting into the car! Yeah, that’s what happened. David didn’t lie! He was just stating what Marcy had told him, that they were leaving.

“I saw Marcy in the parking lot,” I blurted.

There was a pause, “And…”

“And you said she went home.”

He chuckled, “Am I suppose to know where she is at all times? Maybe they didn’t—“

“How did you know where I was too? You seem to pop up everywhere, whenever I…” I stopped, pushing my hair to one side of my neck, “never mind.”

David let out a slow breath, keeping his distance between the cars. He probably doesn’t want someone damaging it. His eyes drifted to the rear view mirror. I looked in my side mirror to see a giant truck, with a hillbilly looking guy driving, “I swear, if this guy behind us hits my car—“

The car behind us honked their monster-like horn, and the driver screamed, “Move it you—“The next word I hadn’t heard in a long time.

I let out a gasp, and then looked behind us. David kept his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, until they turned white. “David, don’t get aggressive towards him. He could hurt you!”

“I’m not…yet,” he replied between clenched teeth.

The guy in back of us beeped, his horn making me jump. “Move your damn Barbie car back to Malabo, and get the hell out of my way!” a southerner voice screamed. It belonged to the man driving the truck.

That’s it, this guys going to get it now.

I rolled down my window and stuck my head out, to see the man with his door open, leaning out over the window. “Mind your own business you low life, ugly piece of crap!” I replied, to get him out of the truck.

“Excuse me?”

I got back in the car quickly rolling down my window, “David, David!”

David kept his elbow rested on the window calmly, “I’ll handle it,” he said in a dry tone.

“What happened to the angry hulk from before? That man could come in handy!”



The redneck tapped on David’s window. I recognized him as one of the workers at the game booth. “Well if it isn’t Mr. Star, fancy seeing you here!” The redneck sneered, “how about you get out of the car, so we can have a nice chat about your girl!”

I grabbed onto my Boss’ bicep, “David, don’t you dare!”

He pointed at me with a finger, opening the car door. “Stay,” he commanded.

I sat back in my seat in defeat, as he closed the door behind him. The redneck pointed a finger in his face, telling him off. I strained to listen, but it seems the windows are soundproof. David put his hands up as if to say he doesn’t want any trouble. The redneck gave him a shove, so that David’s stance wavered.

My heartbeat continued to beat hard, as I numbly opened the car door. “Get your hands off him!” I shouted, running up next to David. The redneck is shockingly close to David’s height and weight, and kept his hands on the hem of David’s t-shirt. I tried to pry the stranger’s hands off of him, and the guy shoved me away roughly.

“Keep your chick in line, Buddy. This is between you and me!” The bearded man stepped away from David, to shoot daggers at me.

“Get back in the car,” David spoke slowly, his voice calm.

I frowned, what the hell was he doing?

“Yeah, get back in the car so I can beat the shit out of your boyfriend!”

I stepped in between them, until the rednecks beer belly practically touched mine. The strong smell of alcohol filled my nostrils, “No.”

“No?” he got out between laughs, “No?” he repeated, shoving me back again. I hit David’s chest. He instinctively wrapped an arm around me, and stood up from the car.

The redneck continued to laugh at his own joke, until he looked up at David. He suddenly stopped and his expression dropped, “What the fu—“

“Is there a problem here?” a deep voice asked. A cop came around David’s car, his hand on his gun. He has his police motorcycle helmet on, with a matching County uniform.

“N-n-no sir,” the redneck replied quickly, backing away like a child, “nothing is wrong—“he cut off his sentence, and ran to the truck screaming.

I looked up at David, to see his eyebrows up in confusion. The Cop sighed heavily. He followed the Southerner, probably realizing the man has a few drugs in the back seat. “I could have handled it,” a voice growled from behind me.

I turned around, to match his angry gaze. “Yeah well, I jumped in,” I said, starting to walk around to the passenger seat. I got in quickly, shutting the door as if something was going to grab my feet.

“I could have handled it,” he spoke quietly. “That was an old client of mine, who wanted a loan. He didn’t meet the criteria, and his house went up for sale.”

“I know you could have, but I wanted to help,” I defended. “Maybe if you moved up he never would have beeped at you!”

He muttered something harsh under his breath.

“Excuse me?”

David purred the car to life again, peeling out of the now empty parking lot, “Nothing.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling incredibly small in his car. We sat in silence for a long time, until he turned the music on. He changed it to heavy metal once again, injuring my poor little ear drums. I sat up to change the station to pop. With a finger on the steering wheel he changed it back again, “Freak,” I mumbled.

“Loser.”

“Ugly.”

“False,” he replied, with a grin.

“Smart-ass.”

His grin disappeared, “Moron.”

“Conceited rich boy who’s man-pride is easily disturbed!” There was a pause in the air, “Goth.”

"Just because I have black hair, doesn't mean I'm Goth!" I defended, "or if I wear black t-shirts! Cuz' that's not Gothic!"

"To bad, I think Gothics are hot," he said seriously.

I glared at him, but he kept his eyes on the road, “Where are we going anyways?”

“Bitch," he said, ignoring my question. “David, I’m serious—“

“Hermit.”

I rolled my eyes, “Ok, now you’re just—“

“Worse assistant, ever,” he said, in a scary impression of a girl. It literary sounded like a girl.

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. The giggles wouldn’t stop, and persisted into my loud, obnoxious laugh. I tried to change it, only to let out a loud snort. Both of my hands pressed against my mouth in embarrassment.

David wiped at his tired eyes, and pushed back his hair with his left hand, “Did you just snort?”

I bit my lip, wishing I could sink into the seat and disappear, “Maybe.”

He chuckled while attempting to tickle me from the back of the neck. He his driving hand to his left hand in the process, and the car swerved a little. “Do it again, so I can get it on video-tape.”

I whacked at his tickling fingers, “Stop!” I yelled between giggles, but he continued. The headlights landed on a figure in the road. “STOP!”

He slammed on the breaks, bringing my head forward. The figure in the road disappeared. David’s arm shot out in the process of the stop, keeping my body from coming forward. I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. I quickly buckled my seatbelt, with David’s heavy gaze. “There was no one in the road,” he said slowly.

“I know what I saw.”

“What did you see? Did I hit them?” he asked, looking in the rear view mirror.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, “No I—I saw a Clown.”

He burst out laughing, “Are you for real?”

“Just drive!” I said quickly, motioning with a hand for him to go. My body shook from head to toe, at the thought of the clown breaking into the car. “Please just drive!” The man gave me the weirdest look, and then peeled out of the spot.

“I think you’re really tired, clowns don’t just pop up out of nowhere.”

“David, please believe me. This man has been following--“I stopped, knowing he would think I’m mad.

“What man?” he questioned, sounding a bit jealous. “I’ll take him out for you if you want. I know a guy,” he joked. I figured out now that he took the back way to my house.

How does he know where I live?

He pulled up at the front of my apartment, “Just so you know, I know where all my employees live. But Devin owns this building…so I knew where it was.

"Of course you know where I live. I'm sure you know my password for my e-mail too."

"Pigglet34."

My mouth gapped open, "Seriously?"

He winked, "See you Monday, bright and early?”

“Yes,” I replied, opening the door. "Thanks for saving my life by the way. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt...and it would have been bad if I...you know."

The clown in the middle of the road popped up in my mind. But this time I remembered when the car came to a stop, it was staring at the driver, and not me before it disappeared. As if it wanted to tell me something. As if the hooded man was out to get David next.

"No problem, now get out my car." David waved a hand in my face when I didn't budge; “Um…” he trailed, implying that I should leave.

“Right, sorry,” I sputtered, opening the door. I gave him one last look, suddenly having another terrible feeling that I wouldn’t see him come Monday morning, but someone completely different. By someone I mean a certain hooded man I know, who enjoys killing others and then mimicking them to perfection.

But it's just a feeling... right?