Three Guys and The Girl

Fun? I Think Not.

When I'm done filling up my tank and getting my lunch for the day Sam gave me directions to an abandoned race track it looks like.

What are we doing here?

"I don't think we're supposed to be in here." I say looking at him with worry.

"Calm down, I do this all the time. Ready to have some fun?" Sam smirks over at me.

"Fine. If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then yes." As soon as I was done talking I floor my mustang making it roar to life and zoom off onto the track.

After I went around the crazy turns and curves of the track once I know it good enough to go faster. When I get to the finish line I stop, and 'accidentally' break checking Sam. Hehehe.

"Ready?"

"For what?" He looks alittle scared.

I just give him an evil smile, and before he knows it, I step on the gas. Once again flooring it. He grabs on to the handle above his door and hold on to it like it depends on his life. I start laughing and go around the first turn alittle fast causing him to bump his head on the window.

"Ow! Slow down! You're freaking crazy!!" He screams like a little girl over my loud music.

I just laugh. And take another turn again causing him to almost fall out of his seat on to me. "And you're not buckled why?!" I turn down the music and slam on the breaks. I have one rule when it comes to people riding in the car with me.

You have to be buckled, no matter what.

"Ow, s**t. Really? You had to slam on the breaks?" He says rubbing his forehead, which had made contact with the dashboard.

"Oh I don't know maybe because you weren't buckled! One rule I have one rule. You. Have. To. Be. Buckled. When. You. Are. In. The. Car. With. Me." I say slowly as if I'm talking to an immature alittle kid.

"Sorry" He mumbles and takes his seat belt and buckles himself in. "I swear you're the craziest girl I have ever met." He says.

"Yeah wel-" My voice is cut off by a siren from a cop behind us.

Why is he even in here?

"Shit." I breathe and take off.

I cannot afford another ticket.

"What are you doing?!" Sam yells, "Pull over."

I don't answer. I just drive and cut it tight around the corners, hoping the cop won't be able to keep up by the time we get to the entrance so we can just drive out and loose him in traffic.

"Please pull over I don't want to go to jail." He whines again like a

little baby.

Just two more turns and we're out.

"I'm going to say that you're keeping me hostage and against my own will." He says looking behind us through the back windshield.

"Can you shut up and let me drive? I thought you 'did this all the time'? I will loose him. We will not get caught if you just shut up and let me drive." I yell at him.

"Damn okay. There's no need to yell." He says trying to hold in a laugh. I just glare at him.

When we loose this cop I'm dropping this guy off and never want to see him again. I speed off the track and start weaving through traffic.

Zooming past all the cars that are going the actual speed limit. Once I'm about a mile away from the track, I slow down and start going with a rate of traffic. I let out a sigh. I am never going there again.

When we pull into my driveway I put the car in park and just look at Sam.

"Get out."

"Why?" He smirks, again.

"Beacause I almost went to jail because of you." I say, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh no. You could've gotten just a ticket, but little miss 'I like running from the cops' almost got us in jail."

"It wouldn't have happened if you just stayed in your house." I said in sing song voice, getting out of the car, Sam follows me once again.

I walk up the steps and to my front door, noticing Sam is still following me.

I turn around to face him, "What are you doing now?"

"I'm kind of hungry. So I've decided that I'm going to have lunch with you today." He says with a cheeky smile spread across his face.

"No you're not." I say crossing my arms.

"Why not?" He says bringing his eyebrows together.

*Dylan's pov*

A family of three moved in right across the street about a week ago. I've seen her around, like going to the store or getting the mail, but I've never had the balls to go over there and say anything. From what I've seen she's pretty hot. She has long brown hair and green eyes.

I walk out the front door to check the mail, as I'm walking up to the blue and white mail box I see the girl that moved in across the street standing in the doorway of her front door, talking to some guy, it looks like she's annoyed or upset. I can't tell which one.

"Dude why can't you just leave me alone?" I hear the girl say.

"Ugh at least tell me your name."

"No. Now go back to your house and don't talk to me."

I decide to head across the street to find out what's going on and introduce myself.

"Awe c'mon babe." The dark haired guy says. He looks to be about my age.

"Don't call me that." She says with an edgy voice. Man I can tell right now I don't want to be around when she's angry.

"Is there a problem here?" I step on to the porch where the two are arguing.

"And who might you be?" She snaps at me.

"Dylan Sun. I live across the street. I was checking my mail when I heard you yelling at him." I nod my head towards the brown haired blue eyed boy.

"Yeah so?" He steps in.

"Hey man, I'm not looking for a fight I just came over here to see if everything was okay and to introduce myself." I put my hands up in surrender.

The girl shakes her head. "Sorry, I'm a little upset with him," she glares at the guy standing next to us. "But I'm Lizzy Anderson, I just moved in about a week ago, and this dipshit is Sam, don't know his last name, don't care to know his last name." she slightly shakes her head again.

I let out a small chuckle, "looks like you two go off on the wrong foot-- hey! Where are you going?" I say as I notice Sam walking away.

"I got what I wanted. See ya Lizzy!" He yells from his yard.

"God I hate that guy. Anyways, do you want to come in and have a cup of coffee or something?" Lizzy says motioning to the open door.

"Yeah sure." I smile at her as I walk in and she returns it.