"Uh-huh. And how's that?" I challenged, tilting my head to the side, scanning through the fields of darkness attempting to find an inch of him. I didn't know where this new-found confidence had suddenly bloomed from, but I had a feeling it was to do with the adrenaline poisoning my veins.
I saw a flash of his white teeth contrasting violently against the harsh black that enclosed us. I watched him as my eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light. He smirked, crossing his large arms around his torso.
"Follow me." He commanded, before swirling around on his heels and starting to take long strides away from me.
I groaned inwardly at his antics, wanting to slap myself for even checking the window this late at night, my feet jolted slightly, willing me to catch up with him as soon as I can.
But then I stop.
My hand jutted out and grasped onto the door frame. I stop. Dread washing away the colour from my face. I glanced down, only now noticing my horrific pyjamas.
Truly horrifying.
I ignored my disorientated state and shook it off, realising Adam was quickly getting further and further away.
I quickly slipped on my trainers, not bothering to tie them up, and made a sprint towards his direction. I knew he wouldn't have been happy if I had just ditched him, he wouldn't have been happy. No, he would've been furious.
Glancing at his broody expression, I knew he wasn't one for testing anytime soon. I slowed my pace, so I was a bit behind him. I knew I was definitely pushing my luck, so I found myself quieting down, my confidence slowly deteriorating, as I trailed a metre away from him.
Subconsciously, and I would call this a bad habit, I plunged myself into different scenarios, planning every detail of every individual outcome for the evening. Most of them ended with me dying.
I really hoped that wasn't the case.
It was deadly silent as he guided me, he never looked back I see if I was following him, then again, I was 99% sure my heavy footing could be heard for miles around. Especially in the tense atmosphere we were engulfed in.
In what felt like no time at all, he stopped, startling me as I stumbled to catch my altered footing. For the first time all night, his rich, brown eyes glanced at me, cocking an eyebrow, he didn't say anything. He brushed past me, our shoulders bumped lightly as he did so sending a flurry of shivers down my spine.
I shook my head, trying to shake off the unfamiliar feeling. My head snapped towards him, my blonde hair was thrown upwards it the light breeze, I observed him as he moved leaves and vines off the ground.
I opened my mouth, "What are you-"
Pausing, I squinted, faintly making out a silhouette on the ground.
Adam glanced back at me, before lugging the motorbike off the ground and untangling it from the contorted shrubs. I shook my head and took a few steps back. I looked at him weirdly, at his unusual hiding place but decided not to question him about it.
"I'm not getting on that." I stated, staring at him incredulously.
A gust of air blew out his mouth in a humorous huff, "I could always tie you to the back and drag you along the road?" He offered, staring at me with a blank, yet intimidatingly serious expression.
I couldn't call him out on his 'so called' bluff.
And admittedly, I didn't doubt his words; I found myself taking small steps towards it, I felt ashamed for conceding so quickly and without much convincing at all.
I was feeling the unfamiliar tug of rebellion in my stomach.
Ever since I was a little girl, I made a promise to my dad to never intentionally put myself in harm's way, to say the least, I feel I'd broken that promise twice in one night as i had left with the gut known all around the town for benign put into Juvie and right now as I debated on getting onto the back of the motorbike.
A motorbike.
A huff of a laugh was chortled in the dark, "Nice pyjamas, Spongebob."
My faced flushed a brilliant red, with mortal embarrassment my gut clenched, and I hid my face behind a shield of hair. "I didn't have time to change..." I drew out, glancing down at my tacky, revealing, yellow pyjama shorts and matching top, with massive features of Spongebob's face.
I made a mental note to burn these later.
He held his stomach in laughter and threw me a helmet.
I didn't catch it obviously.
Clumsily, I picked it up off the ground and unflatteringly slid it onto my head. He watched me climb onto the motorbike behind to him twisting his head oddly to the side.
Noticing that my shorts had climbed up my leg, and revealed, in my standard, way too much, I fiercely tugged them down and hoped he hadn't seen.
I glanced back up to him, he had turned his head back to face the road, and I was met with his inky, black hair.
The engine thundered as he sped off, vibrating beneath me. Strands of my blonde hair were thrown into the violent gusts of wind, hammering against my face. My heart clambered up to my throat, and I resisted the urge to shake against the malevolent weather, I felt very sick. My eyes squeezed shut, it was all too much. Too fast.
Feeling unsteady all of a sudden, I clutched onto Adam for dear-life, wrapping my arms around his chest.
Again, my fave flushed, but this time I was so glad he couldn't witness this state of me, yet again. I kept my hands bunched into fists, praying to myself that he doesn't think I'm touching him up.
Or consciously trying to, anyway.
His chest was warm, he practically radiated an unhealthy amount of heat, I knew that for sure. So warm in fact, I had to fight off the urge to get closer.
Closer than we already were.
I flushed again.
After a while, I plucked up the courage to open an eye.
Trees beyond trees flashed past us, flickers of beautiful images like the slides of an old movie dashed past, he swerved in and out of cars.
I opened the other.
The night sky was a brilliant, dark blue, and the crescent moon outshone the twinkling stars above us, I could barely keep my eyes set on one star as we kept leaning to different sides of the road. The trees hung over us as we darted under a tunnel of leaves and branches, momentarily blocking out the sky above.
Slowly, he began to decelerate taking a turn down a muddy road. I hoped we wouldn't get stuck in a puddle, but it seemed he knew exactly where we were going, he expertly dodged all and any inconvenient holes in the road twisting past them with just the right amount of speed.
He slowed down more, and I wondered how long he had been driving a motorbike like this for because, in all honesty, he was actually really good at it.
Ahead of us, there stood a large building, dark red brick walls, tainted in every inch with colourful graffiti.
He pulled up to it and stopped the engine completely. Silence greeted us.
He stood up and I rapidly pulled my hands from him, I decided to change the topic as quickly as possible.
"So, what are we doing here?" I asked.
He stretched, waiting for me to follow him, and just muttered, "You'll see."
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Shrugging off the helmet, I ignore the sickly feeling of dread and follow him toward the abandoned building.
I shouldn't have ever come out of my house.
Why was I even born?
Trees enclosed the building entirely as we approached the back of it.
I looked up to see a broad man, stood stiffly in front of one of the doors, his posture tensed more as he spotted us.
Adam's walk didn't falter, he didn't hesitate an inch before confidently promenading straight up to the broody man.
He flashed him a cheeky grin.
I watched, utterly confused as the man copied Adam's actions, before opening the door. Not even sparing me a second glance.
Immediately, I was smacked with roaring music, shocking me.
Adam looked at me amused, before grabbing my arm and dragging me in with him.
Adam turns back to me, quickly, shouting over the music. "Don't let go of me," he commands, a deadly serious glint to his eyes, "don't get lost."
He turns back to face the crowd and I'm instantly weary. I scan over the packs of people, all terrifyingly buff and muscular.
As soon as I stepped foot into the place, I was hit with the pungent scent of sweat, smoke and something I had never smelt before, but it was just as disgusting as everything else about this place. The walls were a dark brown, yet still unknown splattered of darker, grimy shades were stuck to them, littered over the tattered floor were the buds of cigarettes, and I'm sure I saw a few bongs somewhere too.
Fear clenched my stomach and I nodded unwillingly. This wasn't my place, this certainly wasn't.
Gripping onto his arm, tightly I received curious glances from some of the men and stepped closer to Adam, he trekked through the masses of people; the crowd seemed to part way for him.
People were chatting and standing around as they held alcohol in their hands, there was absolutely no dancing, contrary to the booming music, it didn't seem to be a dancing type of place.
It didn't seem to be a legal place either.
My eyes caught sight of a group of people shuffled into a corner, inhaling some white substance through their nose, another group of people passing pills in a circle, sat on a couch more bunches of people did different things. Entirely not legal things.
I scrunched up my nose is disgust.
As we went further into the club, or whatever it is, the people deteriorated and the music got considerably more quiet.
"What is this place, Adam?" I finally ask, able to hear my own thoughts.
He stares at me, not answering, but goes through a door I hadn't noticed. I follow him, sheepishly.