Selina Aakifah Maxwell was just like her mother. At the age of 16, she was the Queen of Pengry Private School. She was captain of the cheerleading team and was the lead actor in many of the school plays. Many of the girls admired her unprecedented b...
CHAPTER FIVE THE RULES OF SELINA SAVANNAH, GEORGIA
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"Fuck!"
I quickly opened my car door, slamming it shut and making my way to the front. On my way back home from the club, I had driven over a large pothole causing my tire to rip open and there was no one in sight. As I looked at my front right tire, I cursed and looked around. The only thing lighting up the empty road was the moonlight, and even though I loved the moon, it didn't ease my nervousness.
I wanted to call my dad but I knew he would be upset because this was the fourth car, I've had trouble with in the last 2 months. So instead, my finger pressed the SOS button on the inside of my car. "Roadside assistance is currently unavailable right now. Please call, later,"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I cursed, running my hands. It was funny, I told my parents I would be back soon but that obviously wasn't the case. I began panicking, I was alone and someone could easily come and kidnap me.
Just then, a sheriff pulled up behind me and a small smile made its way to my face. The man stood up, holding his belt as he made his way over and knocked on my window. "Ma'am, I saw you out here and I just wanted to know if you were alright?"
"I'm afraid my right tire is torn, and the dumbass roadside assistance isn't helping me," I said, my eyebrows furrowing together. He placed his hand on my car and I cringed at the thought of his fingerprints. "Where do you live? I can drop you off,"
"Oh no, I can't leave my car here. I need my car fixed tonight," I explained, setting my hands on the steering wheel. The Sheriff sighed, looking straight ahead "Well, there is a mechanic shop right down the road. It's about 5 minutes out. I know the man, he's very good at his job,"
"Since when was there a mechanic around this area?"
"He just moved here from Spain, a month ago,"
"What is it called? Maybe I can call?" I asked, picking up my phone again. "What time is it?"
"About 11?"
"Yeah, he's not open," He said, and my shoulders dropped. I leaned my head on the seat and groaned due to frustration. "Ma'am, are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride? We can have the tow truck come tomorrow and pick your car up,"
"This is a jet black Mercedes built in the '70s. It's a classic, and if you think for one second I'm going to leave it, you're mistaken,"
He nodded, adjusting his hat. "I'll tell you what. How about I call the mechanic, and have him work on your car? He may be asleep though but it's worth a shot,"
