On the Run

Chapter 5

I'm a good girl with a lot of bad habits

-Kyra Nicole

Laney POV

I sat in his car waiting for him to come out of his house. I really don't give a fuck about his family. They don't know me and I don't know them. So why the fuck should I care?

"You mad?" He asked once he got in.

"No." I simply said.

"Could we still spend Christmas together?" He asked. Is he that desperate to get in my pants?

"I don't care." I said calmly.

"I do." He said pulling off. I sat quietly on my side and stared out the window.

"Why you always so angry at everything? I mean you should be happy that you woke up this morning." He said. I looked over at him but he didn't look at me.

"You really want to know why I'm always pissed?!" I snapped. He nodded his head still looking at the road.

"I'm wanted!" I said. He stopped at the red light and looked over at me.

"When you say wanted..."

"I really mean wanted! Wanted by the Feds, the DEA, the CIA, the fucking FBI got my damn pictures all around this fucking town!" I said. Its time for me to move again. I can't stay here anymore.

He stared at me so long that the light turned green. Cars behind us began blowing taking him out his thoughts. He finally broke eye contact with me and drove off.

"Okay Mya...why the fuck is all these people looking for your ass and you in my damn car like it's cool?!" He said calmly but harshly.

"I-foster care. I ran away. I ran away and never looked back at the foster home." I lied with a straight face.

"That's it Mya? You acting like you robbed banks and killed people." He sighed in relief.

"And if I did..."

"Wouldn't be no reason for me not to like you." He laughed. I shook my head and looked out the window.

"So I really don't know where you live." He broke the silence.

"I don't want you at my house Christian." I'm starting to get annoyed.

"I promise I won't judge you. I won't tell anyone u escaped from the foster care." He said seriously.

He don't get it. He just don't get it. How can a person be this desperate to hang with me.

"I just don't want you to know where I live. Take me to the corner store." I told him.

"I thought we were spending Christmas together." He pouted.

"You're not my boyfriend, Christian!" I snapped.

"I know but still.." He approached the store and stopped. I looked up at him and he had this pitiful look. If it wasn't for his stupid ass family I would send him back home. But he made such a grand exit, I do t think he can go back.

"Okay look. You can sit in my living room. Don't breathe too hard, smell too hard, look too hard, or even listen too hard. Don't be asking me all type of fucking questions neither. If I even get a little irritated with you, you getting out! Understand?!" I said with a straight face.

"Understood." He said a little too excitedly. I rolled my eyes to myself. Don't let this be a mistake.