Whipped - Drake Merwin x OC

Credo quia absurdum

            ~~~88 hours, 54 minutes~~~

"Pull over here, Panda," Drake said.

"Why?"
Panda was behind the wheel of the SUV. He was getting more and more confident as a driver, but being Panda, he still wouldn't go more than thirty miles an hour.

"Because that's what I said to do, that's why,"
Drake said irritably.

Bug knew why they were stopping. And Bug knew why it bothered Drake. They couldn't risk driving down the highway to the power plant.  

In the three months Caine had spent hallucinating and yelling crazy stuff, the Coates side had grown steadily weaker while the Perdido Beach side cruised right along.

Drake had pulled off his raid at Ralph's, but he didn't dare do anything more. Bug knew. He'd been in and out of Perdido Beach many times. They might be running low on food in town but they still had more than Coates.

It was frustrating for Bug because he should have been able to steal more of that food, but his chameleon powers didn't work that well on things he was carrying. The best he could do was slip a package of dried soup or a rare PowerBar inside his shirt.

Not that there were PowerBars to be found nowadays. Or dried soup. 

"Okay, Bug, we hike from here," Drake said.

He swung his door open and stepped out onto the road. Bug slid across the seat and stood beside Drake. Bug's real name was Tyler.

His fellow Coates kids assumed he had earned his nickname from his willingness to accept crazy dares—specifically, eating insects.
Kids would dare him and he'd say, "What do I get if I do it?"

Mostly, in the old days, he'd gotten kids to give him money or candy. He didn't mind most bugs. He kind of liked the way they would squirm before he would bite down on them, ending their little insect lives.

But Bug had been called that before ever coming to Coates, before he'd gotten a reputation as the kid who would try anything.

The nickname Bug had stuck to him after he was caught recording parent-teacher conferences at his old school. He'd posted the conversations on Facebook, embarrassing any kid with a psychological issue, a learning disability, a bedwetting problem—about half his class.

Bug hadn't just been sent to Coates as punishment; he'd been sent for his own safety. 

Bug edged nervously away as Drake unlimbered his tentacle, stretched it out, and rewrapped it around himself.

Bug didn't like Drake. No one did. Well, almost no one.

But if he was going to get caught out in the open sneaking toward the power plant, he figured Drake would do all the fighting while he himself just disappeared.
At night he was completely invisible.

They left Panda behind with firm instructions to stay where he was until they got back.
Which was on a back road that went from tarmac to gravel, back and forth, as though the people who'd built it couldn't make up their minds. 

"We have a good two miles to cover to get to the main road," Drake said. "So keep up."

"I'm hungry," Bug complained.

"Everybody's hungry," Drake snapped. "Shut up about it."

They plunged off the road into some kind of farmland. It was tough walking because the field was plowed into furrows, so it was hard not to trip. Something was growing there, but Bug had no idea what, just that it was some kind of plant.