"Drive Faster!" I said panicking.
"I am!" He argued. I looked in the review mirror, Oh gosh.
Your probably confused. I'm Iva Marvinovic.So you get the point, I'm a girl. But, not a nice one. I make bombs, and kill innocent people. Guess who my partner in crime, and boyfriend is? Jason McCann. Bet you've heard of him. We've been friends since babies. We started this addiction when we were 9 years old. We both knew how to make the bombs, our fathers were in a bomb making business. So, it ran in both of our families. Our dads stopped making them when we turned 8. They finally got that it was bad. But that didn't stop us from doing what we mostly loved. They found out when we were 14 years old. They tried stopping us. But we ran away for a good 3 months. When we came back, they apologized. They're trying to stop us now, but carefully, so we wouldn't run away again. I could hear the sirens from a distance. We just bombed a police officers funeral. We were speeding to our hide out/base.
"We're slowly losing them." I said, my steady breathing coming back. He took his right hand off the stearing wheel, and held my hand, squeezing it gently. Jason just turned 17 yesterday, while i'm still 16. In a couple of days, I'll be 17. I spotted our base and smiled. The sirens had left my hearing. I had really good hearing! I could hear a branch snap from a mile or two away. He pulled up and hid the car. We got out and ran quietly inside the little cabin. He locked the door and turned to me, smiling. He ran up and hugged me tightly. I smiled.
"I love you." He whispered through my hair.
"I love you too." I said, giving his a tight squeeze. "What now?" I asked, as we pulled apart. He sighed.
"Lets just stay up and make sure they don't find or hideout." He said. I nodded. I walked into the room we had to share, there was only one bedroom. But I don't mind at all. I went through my drawer and picked out a t-shirt and sweats. I went to the bathroom, and put them on. I came out and put my clothes in the wash. Yes, our hideout has electricity. Thanks to our bomb-making skills. I walked back downstairs where Jason was sitting on the couch, already in his pajamas. I sat next to him and put my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. My phone buzzed. I picked it up and checked it. My dad. Ugh. I groaned and read the text.
'You better be home now!'
I read. I rolled my eyes, replieing.
'Nah. Don't tell me what to do'
I hit send and threw my phone on the floor. Luckily, It didn't break. I looked up and saw Jason studying the wall. "Sup Jason." I said. He didn't hear me. He's probably planning a bomb explosion. I'm not going to interfere his thoughts. Last time he snapped. We both got anger issues. I had a huge anger problem one time.
Me and Jason were picking up some food, we were starving. We were walking down the candy aisle, Jason has taste buds for Reeses, can't blame him. I saw a girl glaring at me, or I thought she was glaring at me. I got so mad, if it was possible, smoke would have been coming out of my ears and nose. I stomped over to her and started yelling. Poor thing was scared, she started crying, and this is a 20 year old were talking about here.
"I wasn't glaring at you!" She said trying to act brave and smart. That got me mad as heck. I hate when people are smart with me. I threw punch at her, and she fell. I pinned her down and began yelling.
"DON'T PLAY SMART WITH ME, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF DOING!" I screamed at her. She was none-stop crying. Jason tried pulling me off of her. But I was holding onto her tight. I was clenching on her wrists so much, they started turning purple. Finally -for her- the clerk saw what was happening and called security. It took about 2 hours for the security to get me off of her. Lets just say, she learned her lesson, BIG TIME. Jason told me he was so turned on, he didn't want to stop me.
I still have anger issues. HUGE anger issues. Bigger than Jasons. I smiled at the thought. I have pretty good moments with my anger issues. I liked this one time when Jason had an anger issue moment.
We were walking down the street, looking for a store that had bomb materials. I looked over at this guy who was checking me out. I glared at him and squeezed Jasons hand. He was looking around until he noticed the guy, still checking me out. Jason was squeezing my hand, hard. He angrily walked over to the guy and asked what he was doing.
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