Mr.Right

Chapter 15.

"Are we taking a left turn or a right one?"

"Uh... And how am I supposed to know that?" Maverick asks rhetorically and I cuss under my breath. He sighs. "April, please tell me we're not lost."

I bite my lip. "We're... Um...not lost." I say obediently.

"Good. Now say it like you mean it."

"Ok, calm down," I say, twiddling the steering wheel. "I'm sure the fair's just around the corner..."

Even I don't believe myself.

Somehow, I managed to end up in the driver's seat of Maverick's car, after a slight argument about who was going to drive. My very narrow streak of stubbornness chose to kick in and I suggested a fair game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide.

Because, yeah. I'm childish like that.

Two hours later, I'm pretty sure we've stumbled into a completely different continent. It got dark hours ago and starlight twinkles above us.

Maverick turns to me. "You said you knew the way."

"I used to know the way," I reply. "I never said that I still do."

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "We are so lost."

"Um, yeah," I say. "I think we are." I knew that from the moment the cars around us faded into trees and bushes and silence. "I'm just going to turn the car around and turn on my phone's GPS."

"I told you to do that two hours ago," says Maverick, slightly grumpily and I shake my head.

"Well, you should've sounded more convincing,"

I can tell Maverick's trying hard not to get mad because I can hear him grinding his teeth.

This is the first time I've seen him looking pissed. He usually has this huge smile plastered on his face... But the frown lines appearing on his forehead right now look menacing.

The car's ignition roars to life when I turn it on but it dies immediately after.

Oh, no. This is not good.

I try five more times, but I'm pretty sure luck isn't on my side today. When the car remains lifeless, I stare into the dark night and begin devising of ways of killing myself.

"So," I hear Maverick say, sounding calm despite the look on his face. "The car's battery has died. What are we going to do now?"

The guilt inside me doubles ten times more as I place my head on the steering wheel and groan. "I'm sorry."

I'm half expecting him to yell at me but, instead, I hear a clicking sound as he steps out of the car to open the car's hood.

Maybe not everyone is like Tony.

covers him completely, but I can still hear him when he says, "You have to go to the road and call for help -

head off the steering wheel and glance down at my shoes. I bought them weeks ago, but I still adore them. I don't really fancy walking through a load of dust. "But my

"I hope your shoes can

my eyes on my

I'm being inconsiderate. I know for a fact that I was the one who got us in this mess. It's hardly the time to

up a flashlight from the back seat and I get out the car, muttering at

still see a car coming towards us at full speed. Its front lights are blazing and I'm

me without slowing down, and even leaves fumes and dust all

it'll be

and I see Jim as the caller

say into the phone, hoping to sound breezy, but I yank it away from my ears

April! You had just one job to do and you blew

explain..." I begin, but he cuts

a little bit of rustling in the background before Jacqueline's throaty

at the

wince at the hugeness of the lie. "And I understand that you wanted to hang out... But, um, something huge has kind of come up. I hope you guys

"I didn't. Jim wouldn't let us take the Ferris wheel because he thinks it's 'too dangerous'. He

he okay?"

fine. He can't be mad at you for long. You're his

it feel weird saying that?" I ask curiously. I've always wondered how Jacqueline feels so comfortable with me being close to Jim, even

"Saying what?"

overreacting. "Just have a safe trip back to France tomorrow.

response

battery has

Great.

this night get any

but speeds past before I can even think about flagging it down. There has to be at least one good Samaritan

...Two hours later...

can't feel

right now from too much standing, but they feel

without sitting down was when I wanted to get tickets to see the Jonas Brothers perform live. And the

standing on a very thin rope between life and death, and partially considering giving up, just like

you walk?" Maverick asks me now. He joined me an hour ago, as he thought help would come

the results. I'm not sure his theory is

"Why?"

bench by the sidewalk just over there." He points across the road. "We could go and

I can't, he can't exactly carry me all the way there. A broken

behind him all the way to the

bench squeaks when we both take our seats. It's barely strong enough to carry one person so it's a miracle that our asses haven't landed on

suddenly so quiet that you could hear cricket noises from the grass.

look over at Maverick who has a very serious expression

then, neither

This is exclusive content from Dramanovels.com. Please visit Dramanovels.com to support the author and the translation team!

Comments ()

0/255