Chapter 102

The question of transportation comes into play now, as I find myself being confused over which car to take.

I came here in Clay's Ferrari, but yet there is Eras's car that is possibly as similar to it in expense and design as a Ferrari can go.

The steel trimmings of his car, the car I had so much fun in the last time seem to stare back at me as we stand in the parking lot.

I never knew they are parked just beside each other, and now I feel at crossroads as to which car to take. I see both boy's are looking at me with a sort of confused amusements in their eyes, and Scott simply scoffs at my dilema, and moves to one corner deciding to watch how this little drama will unfold.

I almost feel like digging a grave and burying myself in it. I should have opted for taking the bus instead of another guys luxury car, but yet it seems me and my taste for expensive things has landed me in trouble this time.

I know Eras is confused about what my relationship with Clay could possibly mean, and clay is also confused about the shy glances and the blush that always seems to erupt on my face whenever I look at Eras, both boys are probably confused as to what to do, and I am also even more confused myself, if that is even possible.

I think I am the one that has unknowingly landed us into this situation, as my stupid broken heart should have remained broken for at least a month or five, so as to give others the chance to take a rest from all my drama, but she hasn't.

Barely five days after my breakup, I find I have endeared myself to two boys, two stunningly handsome guys who seem to know nothing of what to do in this current situation.

I decided to do a mental game of eeny meeny miny moe, and I find myself going on, and on, and on, as the first time it lands on Eras's car, the second time it lands on Clay's car and it just switches back and forth like so.

I don't know how I'll bring myself to tell them we should probably take one person's car and leave the other, and even if we have to take both cars, who am I to possibly ride with?.

Sure enough, Eras came here with Scott, but yet I came here with Clay, if I was to leave in Eras's car, Clay would feel bad and that's just a maybe, yet if I am to leave in Clay's car, Clay whom I barely know anything about and who we have barely been friends for barely more than a day, it would not settle well with me as I would feel guilty throughout the ride.

Scott simply drags my hand and we start walking towards the bus stop. Sometimes I love the way he thinks.

I smile ruefully as it actually never occurred to me that the possibility of a bus might actually solve all this confusion.

I can hear Clay and Eras chuckling as they follow us, and for a moment everything, everything seems to be alright. Until I remember who exactly is holding Oakley hostage.