Chapter Sixty-Three
Drew’s POV:
People here seemed to have it all, all I had to do was work for a few hours a day and I got the rest of the day to myself.
One thing that interested me so much since I got here was the machine they called ” car”. I swear, this has got to be one of the greatest innovations ever made. You could just hop in, and you could drive anywhere you wanted to.
We had means of transportation back home, but it was nothing compared to what they have here. I have not even talked about skyscrapers, elevators, and the rest.
I must admit, being in an elevator felt like a ride.
I decided to take driving lessons and it was very hard to get a license. I wrote the exams 3 times and failed. Each time, my friends would advise me to forget about ever getting a driver’s license and quit.
If there was any valuable lesson I had learned from the slum, it was to never give up on what I wanted.
I tried for the 4th time, and I got lucky. I dare to say that 4 is the lucky number.
To put my friends who had thought I would never get to drive a car to shame, I decided to treat them to a drink.
As you would know, a drink never ended as a drink. We took more than the body could take.
I had watched my friends take their leave one after the other and decided to drive myself home.
I don’t remember much, just that I followed the cops to the station, and they said they were charging me with DUI.
I had tried calling Molly as I knew she would be the only one who would at least bother to take my call and had lost all hope when she did not answer the phone.
I then sent her text messages telling her what had happened.
Molly’s POV:
Drew and I had gone out to have fun like we do every night except that this night was different. Drew had just gotten his driver’s license and had called us to celebrate.
All of us had decided and agreed to that except Tristan who had said he had “something important to do.”
We had rounds and rounds of drinks until we were too tipsy to be able to go home. We had advised Drew to not drive home, and we all had agreed to take an Uber home.
I do not know what made Drew drive, maybe too much excitement over the driver’s license or he got too tipsy to think straight.
I went home and got straight to bed and did not bother to check to see who was calling me that late. I had woken up to numerous missed calls from Drew that I was immediately cleared of whatever alcohol I had left in my system.
I went through the text messages he had sent:
“Please call me.”
“Why are you not picking?”
“I need you to come to get me.”
“The cops have me.”
“I was taken in for DUI.”
I did not know what to do, so I called Tristan immediately. I did not like getting into trouble here as this was not our world where you could easily do away with stuff like that well except, we did not drive there.
We had to be very careful here as we do not fully understand how some things work around here.
I only hoped this was a minor issue as I have seen videos online of cops beating some offenders to their death. The thought of it sent shivers to my bone marrow.
James’ POV:
I certainly was not joking when I had made that promise to myself and Fiona that I would protect her. She doesn’t have to know; it was already a promise made and I was a man who liked to keep his word.
I had forgotten the mall plan I was supposed to have with Eleanor and Fiona as I was so obsessed with finding out what this stranger was up to. I have been following him for about an hour now and he seemed to have stopped.
He had stopped at no other person’s house than Kira. This just made me more suspicious; he was spying on her for reasons I could not possibly think of.
Do I have to warn Fiona? No, not yet until I have found a reason to do so.
“Fiona, the guy from the concert has been spying and following you around.”
Nah, that sounded stupid and silly.
I decided to bring out my phone and took photos of him hiding in his position.
I saw him jerk up immediately and I thought my position was compromised or exposed until I saw that he had seen Fiona leave the house and had stood up to follow.
I too followed, from a distance. I watched as she went and how excited he was when she had hurriedly left the children when they began to fight for the ball.
This guy was intrigued by Fiona, he liked her, and I could see much.
He had this worried look on his face when the strange guy approached Fiona from out of nowhere.
I had seen his hands become fisted and I decided to come in before he took all the credit. Maybe this was my chance to prove myself to her, that I could do anything to her.
When I called out “hey!” I was confused as to what to say next, I just opened my mouth and let the words flow.
I did not know if there were any cops around or not, I just did what I had to without thinking of the consequences.
“What if he checked to see if the cops were there like I said?” I asked myself.
Thankfully, he had just gone in the other direction to avoid coming face to face. I turned to look at our concert guy and I enjoyed the face he had, it was one of defeat and I had on me, a big smile of triumph.
“You are not beating me today. Uh-huh, not today.”