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I jump down and grab my knife, but as but as I pull back in what should be the segue into my quick getaway run—dramatic, smooth, commanding, just like in the movies—I’m jerked back.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The knife is stuck.
“Abby, let’s go!” Beth snaps at me. She’s crouched behind the truck where they can’t see her. “I cannot believe that I trusted that you were going to break up with him like a normal person.
“I’m trying,” I shush back, jerking again on the damn knife.
“Just leave it.”
“It has my initials on it.”
A gift from my mom for my eighteenth birthday. She knows me so well. Not.
“What the … seriously?” Beth moves around to the tire and pushes me out of the way. I duck when Jace’s ball cap comes into view over the back of the truck. Then, Beth and I yank on the knife together.
“Let me drive!” Tyler shouts.
“Dude, what the fuck is your deal? It’s my truck. I’ll drive.”
“But I’m thinking of getting one just like it, and I need to test drive something.” Tyler’s response is quick.
“Dude, whatever,” Jace replies as I see the keys flying through the air, right before Tyler comes into view.
“What the fuck are you doing, Abby?” he says through the side of his lips. I barely see his mouth move.
“Trying to leave. What does it look like?” I whisper frantically.
“Whoops!” Tyler drops the keys. He kneels in front of the tire and jerks the knife out in one swift move.
His white T-shirt hugs his bicep, and, oh boy, he looks good tonight. I mean, he’s always had the whole Liam Hemsworth thing going on, but tonight he looks even hotter than a movie star. His hair is the perfect dirty blonde and his eyes are brightest green I’ve ever seen. Don’t even get me started on his smile. Shoot, any girl would agree to whatever he wanted just to see it one
more time. I would know. I’ve been that girl.
Tyler gives the knife to me and mouths “run.” We don’t hesitate in the slightest.
I tuck the knife into my back pocket as I duck to run. The tire is successfully slashed, and I’m not leaving any evidence of my crime at the scene.
Hunching behind her car, Beth shoots daggers from her eyes as she stares at me. The look is so intense, I need something else to focus on.
Yes, this crack on the sidewalk is a nice distraction.
“I can’t believe you,” she seethes.
“It’s fine. No one saw us but Tyler,” I say just as Jace begins shouting a string of curses.
“I should have known you were going to do something crazy tonight. You made breaking up sound so simple,” Beth adds.
I shrug and then we both hunker down tighter when the lights of Tyler’s truck flash our way. I crawl around the front of the car and watch them turn the corner.
Then, I start to laugh.
Beth is still glaring at me. Only now she’s standing with her hands on her hips and looking at me like my mom would when I’d come home past curfew, before she decided she didn’t want anything
to do with me.
The whole picture makes me laugh even harder. Slowly, Beth’s lips begin to tug into a smile.
“You are out of control,” she says and unlocks her car.
“There is nothing wrong with that,” I tell her.