Kylie
I pushed him too far. I had to fix this and fast. Not thinking about repercussions, I took one last slurp of coke and raced after him. His long legs ate up the sidewalk and I had to do double time to reach him before he got in his truck. It was a lifted Ford F-350 King Ranch and it suited him. From the gray-blue paint, to the 37's on his chrome rims. More chrome shined on his fender and accents like the door handles. I could see it was clean as a whistle with leather seats, and I'll bet it ran smooth as butter.
I guess I'm going to find out. Get in the truck. He said it gruffly like the words were torn from his soul. I would have given a lot to know what was going through his head. Back there, he couldn't get away from me fast enough. He never even looked back. Then, suddenly, I'm
