The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 3 - Runaway Rentals and Ratty Roommates.

                “No, but according to this map, Alessandria is only fifty six miles away,” Hunter said, leaning forward, making my stomach catch on the desk.

                “What’s in Alessandria?” I asked.

                “Well, a lot. It’s more populated than here and there’s this car there, as well.” Hunter clicked on an advert for a small ford focus. It wasn’t amazing but it still looked like it could take us the distance and wasn’t too expensive.

                If we had a day of money making like we had the day before then it wouldn’t take long before we’d be able to buy it. Getting to Alessandria was a different matter, though.

                “How are we going to get there without spending any money?” Hunter shrugged, strolling along beside me with his hands in his pockets.

                One of the positives of getting lost on the other side of Italy without any money or belongings is that you don’t have to lug any bags around with you.

                “Right, you go and do whatever illegal activity it was that you were doing and I’m going to find somewhere to dance,” I instructed. Hunter grinned, looking me up and down before meeting my eyes again.  

                “Aye, Aye, Captain. Oh, do me a favour and bring us back another condom?” he asked with a wink. I tried to scowl but couldn’t hide the smile as I shoved Hunter in the opposite direction and went to try and get some money.

                My dance spot that morning was right next to a bus spot. I took it upon myself to check out the bus times and see where it was going. As suspected, it wouldn’t go fifty odd miles so we were stuck with finding a rental car or a donkey or whatever it was that we were travelling with.

                I earned more that time, not much more, only twenty Euros but it was something to put towards our travelling.

                Hunter wasn’t where I was meant to meet him, either. I was standing there like a lemon for about half an hour before he actually showed up. Well, drove up.

                He had found us a car. It wasn’t exactly brilliant but it would get us fifty odd miles.

                “Where did you get that?” I asked, walking up and leaning on the window. I backed off immediately after it made a small sound of protest.

                “I... found it. Get in.” I didn’t have the heart to start another argument and I couldn’t give a toss where he found the car, as long as we started our journey back. I wasn’t sure how many extra lifeguarding sessions we’d have to do, but I didn’t like the sound of it.           

                “So, where did you ‘find’ it?” I inquired when Hunter had started driving again. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the road.

                “At the rental place,” Hunter answered, not looking at me.

                “So you found it at a rental place?” Hunter smirked, tapping his fingers on the wheel.     “Yes. They won’t miss it, don’t worry.” I was sitting there gaping at him and he looked over at me expectantly.

                “You stole a rental car?!” I exclaimed, twisting in my seat to glare at him. We’d been warned by the police, a stolen car wasn’t going to help our case.