losing hope ch.5
#11 of losing hope
Alex's p.o.v
My alarm clock rings on my nightstand telling me to get my lazy ass out of bed so, I swing my arm over and push the snooze button
I then take a quick peek at my phone.
''Oh shit I'm late!,'' I yell,
I get up get dressed, run down stairs make my self breakfast go outside start my car and leave.
once I'm at school I walk into gym and coach Davis walks over to me looking pissed
''Where in the blue hell have you been boy!,'' he shouts,
''I overslept sir,'' I sigh
''that's no ecxuse now your ass out on that track'',
''yes sir,' I say
outside I see Conner jogging with the others I run to catch up, once I do I cover his eyes
''so, how was your morning,'' Conner asks not pleased
''better that I've seen you,'' I chuckle
''awww, does sheppie have feelings '', Conner teases
''no!,'' I say firmly
''I was only kidding,''Conner replies
"'right, sorry babe,'' I apoligze
''there's no need to be sorry,'' Conner rtretorts
''I love you,'' he says ''I love you too,'' I smile
we go through the rest of our days not seeing or speaking to each other.
at 2:45 the bell rings to go home so. I being the kind gentleman I am I decide to drive Conner home
''won't my parents catch you?,'' Conner asks
''no,'' I say ''why would they?,'' I ask
''duno,'' Conner says
so Conner and I hop into my red 65' Impala and drive off, we get not even 2 miles down the road when I look in my rearveiw-mirror
''god damn it!,'' I groan ''what's wrong?,'' Conner asks ''we're being trailed,'' I say
''who'd wanna trail us?,'' Conner asks again
''I don't know,'' I remark ''but we gotta lose e'm,''
so I push the clutch to the ''floor,'' grab at the gear shift; put it 2nd then, let my foot-paw off the clutch and put it back on the gas
''let's see what happens,'' I whisper.
I push the gas pedal in and the speedometer needle goes up to at least 73 and a half...
behind us a Dodge charger's engine roars.
''oh shit! he's gaining on us,'' Conner yells.
''look, babe I love ya, but, please shut up I thinking,'' I bark
so,I push the clutch in again and shift into 3rd again the speedometer needle rises to...(again I'm still predicting don't judge) 85...
''it's still not enough!,'' I shout
so I take a pretty big gamble and push the clutch in for the time, pull the gear-shift back into 4th and the speedometer needle rises
to it's highest point I take out my phone and tell Conner to do the math to see how to car is going.
''what's it's H.P. rating?,'' he screams
''425,'' I hollar
''how fast already?,'' I bark
''139!,'' he shouts
'what!,'' I shout