Noah glances back towards his car with a cringe before looking down at the girl. In one easy swoop, he bends down and grabs her. Not a second later, she’s over his shoulder, his hand firmly clutching mine, and we’re running as fast as we can towards his Camaro.
We reach his car in less than thirty seconds. Tully and Rivers are already here, waiting desperately for Noah to hurry up and unlock the car.
Noah practically hurls the girl at Rivers before diving in the driver’s seat. The rest of us pile in and within the blink of an eye, Noah is racing down the dirt road that leads out of here, overtaking the rest of the idiots with practiced ease until he’s breaking out onto the highway.
“Fuck,” he breathes as cops spill out behind us.
I turn in my seat, eyes quickly flashing through the back window. There are at least four cops behind us, but there’s a shitload of kids from the races for them to go after.
If Noah plays this smart, we’ll get out of here in no time.
Noah kicks it up a notch and speeds through the traffic without blinking an eye. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there’s no doubt in my mind that Noah could be a professional racer. He’s just that good. The cops don’t even bother heading our way. There are easier targets on this road right now.
A scream comes from the backseat and I whip my head around to watch the random girl sitting between Rivers and Tully getting thrown from side to side, clearly terrified of the speed at which Noah is handling his car. Rivers latches onto her, trying to steady her, but it’s no use. There’s not really much for her to hold onto in the middle.
Rivers grabs her seatbelt and overcrowds her personal space as he buckles her in, though it’s not long before Noah completely loses the cops and is able to slow down.
“Holy shit,” she gasps. “That was insane.”
Rivers grins down at her, clearly pleased that she thinks so, but Noah has a different idea. “Who are you?” Noah demands, glancing up at her in his rearview mirror and not sparing a moment to appease her. After all, he doesn’t like people coming in on his pack and right now, she’s sitting right in the middle of it, getting front row tickets to our lives.
Her eyes widen a fraction, having to readjust her thoughts on the guy who just saved her ass. “I’m Alyssa. I’m new. I just transferred to Haven Falls,” she explains, “My first day is on Monday.”
Noah grunts as Tully scoffs. “You’ve fallen in with the wrong people if you’re already at the races.”
“Yeah, I think I’m working that out,” she murmurs, letting out a deep breath before sucking in another, trying to calm herself.
“It’s alright, babe,” Rivers says softly. “You can chill with us.”
“Babe?” Tully shrieks at Rivers, across the new girl who sits as still as possible, terrified of even making a peep. “You met the girl ten seconds ago and you’re calling her ‘babe’?
Oh no. This isn’t going to be good.
“What’s it to you?” Rivers shoots right back at her. “I wonder what you were calling Rocko tonight? Oh, and it was nice of him to get you the fuck out of there instead of leaving you to fend for yourself by the way. Such a fucking gentleman.”
Tully launches herself across the backseat with a battle cry as Alyssa desperately tries to unbuckle herself. “Feel free to drop me off at any time,” she calls into the front while Rivers tries to save his face from being clawed.
“You’re a fucking bastard, Rivers,” Tully yells as Noah and I watch on from the front seat, not at all fazed by the little catfight going on in the back.
“Where am I taking you, Alyssa?” Noah questions, not one to like the random girl intruding.
She scoffs under her breath, still trying to get away from the flailing arms and legs. “Anywhere is good.”
“Alright,” Noah shrugs before pulling off to the side of the road.
“Don’t be a fucking bastard,” Rivers scolds. “Take the girl home. Don’t leave her on the side of the road. Anything could happen to her out here and you don’t want that on your conscience.”
Noah groans and ten minutes later, we’re pulling up at the girl’s house with Tully practically held down on Rivers lap, his arms wrapped around her like steel vices, refusing to let her release the Kraken again.
I guess tonight’s fun is far from over.
Chapter 7
I step through the threshold of the cafeteria on Monday afternoon and let out a deep sigh. I can’t believe it’s only lunchtime. Today seems to be dragging on like you wouldn’t believe.
It was a shitty weekend to follow up the shitty Friday night at the races. Well, maybe that isn’t completely fair. Friday was a pretty awesome night before the shit hit the fan.