✿♡ KEYCEE ♡✿
"Get out of the car, Ryan," I ordered him, a few minutes after he'd lowered his hands that were previously raised like he was surrendering to a parade.
"Are you kidding me? They’ve all got guns!" he protested, still staring straight ahead at the officers as if they might magically disappear if he ignored them.
"Of course they do! They’re police officers! What did you expect them to be holding? A feather duster? A rubber chicken?" I retorted, unable to hide my irritation. I was stunned to see this hidden cowardice from him, especially when he’s such a big deal with my friends. If they knew how scared he was, they'd probably cross him off their list. "You've got no guts."
"Who’s got no guts?" he shot back, his forehead wrinkled. I didn’t realize he had overheard my mumbling.
