to fall silent in the car. Once we got closer to the school I noticed two suburbans turn onto the street and get in front of us.
Nixon’s hands clenched the steering wheel until they were white. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror.
I turned around in my seat.
His arm came flying across my chest holding me in place. “Don’t look.”
Okay, now I was freaked. “Nixon, what aren’t you telling me?”
His arm jerked back as he gripped the steering wheel and took a hard right. “Nothing you need to know… yet.”
I glanced into the side mirror and noticed a similar suburban tailing us really close. The windows were tinted so it was impossible to see inside. My breathing picked up speed the minute I saw a window open and a gun attached to an arm come out.
“Um, Nixon. Nixon… The car behind us, they have guns. Nixon they have guns!”
“Shit!” Nixon reached into the console and pulled out a black gun. Holy crap, I was officially in my own T.V. drama. “Trace, I need you to lay low. Can you do that? Just lean down in your seat, alright, sweetheart?”
Trying not to cry or pass out, I leaned as far down as I could while still staying buckled in my seat. Nixon took a hard left and another hard left. The car behind us sped up. The guy’s face appeared from the car, and something looked vaguely familiar about him. We weren’t close enough to see them though. Nixon was driving like the devil. Something that would have made me laugh if I wasn’t afraid we were going to die.
“Trace, how are ya holding up? Talk to me, Trace.” Nixon’s voice wasn’t worried. He sounded calm, which in turn calmed me, but only a bit.
“I’m… fantastic.” I clenched my hands together and sighed.
We hit a bump. Or at least I thought it was a bump, but when I looked into the side mirror I noticed the car behind us was trying to hit us.
“Are they trying to kill us?”
“Possibly. I’m guessing they just want to see who I’m with and why I’d go to such lengths to hide you.”
What the hell? “Why are you smiling?” I screamed.
“Because, we’re almost to the school. They know we’re on our way and no chance in hell are those guys coming within a hundred feet of the place. We’re almost there, sweetheart.”
The car jolted again. I screamed.
Nixon turned the car hard, causing it to screech under the pressure and speed.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” I closed my eyes. This had to be a dream. This couldn’t be real! “I’m going to die a virgin!” I blurted and then began to truly hyperventilate.
“What?” Nixon shouted.
“A virgin,” I repeated as I greedily tried to suck more air into my lungs. “I’m going to die a virgin! I’m going to die without ever going overseas! I’ve never even been naked in front of a man before! Oh my gosh! I’m never going to have kids! What if I want kids? What if—”
“Trace…” Nixon tried to interrupt me, but it was like I was watching my body freak out and couldn’t stop talking.
“Nixon, you have to promise me that if we live through this — and that’s a giant if, considering we’re literally trapped between two death machines — you have to take my virginity. Take it!”
“Trace, I don’t think this is the time to—”
“Promise!”
“Trace—”
“Promise me, damn it!” Well, it was official. I had lost my mind. I clenched my eyes tighter as our car ripped through something and then sped over bumps large enough to be people.
“Crap-crap-crap!” I covered my face with my hands, and suddenly the car skidded to a stop.
I peeked through my fingers.
Nixon was coolly setting his gun back into the console and opening his window as he gave a rundown of what just happened to the security guard.
Shaking. I wasn’t sure I could move, let alone speak. Did I just beg Nixon to steal my virginity?
Horrified. I clapped my hands over my burning face all over again.
The car moved and we drove in silence.
Finally, we pulled to another stop and Nixon turned off the car.
I still refused to look at him or take my hands off my face. He was going to have to use the Jaws of Life on my hands. No chance in hell was I going to—
“Hey!” I shouted when he pulled my hands free of their grip.
I closed my eyes again. Maybe if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t