A War of Guns and Roses

Chapter 12

I waved goodbye to Rebecca and made my way to the car Jake was leaning against. This time we were driving in a Mustang. Personally, between a Maserati and Mustang, I liked the Mustang better. It gave off a sense of power.

"Hey," I greeted as I got into the car.

"Bonjour." Jake saluted. He was had taken French this year so he was trying his level best to perfect the language. Though 'bonjour' was a pretty common word which I'm sure everyone knew. "Comment était ta journée?" (How was your day?)

I had taken French last year and was taking it this year too, so I was pretty much fluent in it, which Jake was very jealous of.

"C'était super. J'ai même eu la détention aujourd'hui," I replied fluidly, sporting a cocky smirk. (It was great. I even had detention).

"Ugh! I hate you," Jake groaned as he tried to translate my words only to give up. He seated himself and started up the car.

"I love you too," I chuckled.

While we were driving, I noticed a silver car, a few vehicles behind us. It was a Porsche of the newest model. I had been ogling that car for days, ever since I had seen my cousin brother drive it. He wouldn't let me drive it, however much I asked.

The driver of the Porsche looked eerily familiar. I wasn't very sure because the car had tinted windows causing me to narrow my eyes to try to figure out who it was.

"Jake, wait. Don't go home. Drive to somewhere else," I said suddenly as Jake was going to turn into the lane which would lead to my house.

"But why?" Jake asked following my instructions and driving straight past my house.

"Someone's following us," I stated. Jake fixed his eyes to the rear view mirror and after a couple of turns, it was obvious that the car was tailing us.

"But why didn't you want to go home?" Jake asked confused. "There is enough security to catch that person."

"I know him," I realized. "He was asking me for my address just a few days ago."

"You have a stalker?" Jake mock gasped with a teasing grin on his face but the serious look in his eyes didn't waver.

"No, no. It's not like that..." I trailed off not knowing how to explain the situation to Jake.

"Then what is it like?" Jake asked, teasingly.

"It's—it's...ugh. I don't know how to explain it," I groaned in defeat. I couldn't justify my previous statement without telling Jake the entire story. And telling him everything was a big no-no.

For one, he would start teasing me about Xavier since he caught my attention. Telling him about the incident with that madman and that Xavier was kind of the reason why I had taken the car without Jake. Going along with him was completely out of the question since that information would probably go directly to my father who would kill me before I tried to explain why I had lied.

My silence caused Jake to chuckle. He knew I couldn't explain myself and in a way he had won. We drove to the nearest Starbucks and bought some refreshing drinks. While sipping on my Frappuccino,  I watched as the silver car drove by and to my utter surprise, note the sarcasm, a head peaked out trying to be inconspicuous I'm sure, which looked very familiar to a certain dark haired boy I know.