That last chapter was pretty short. Sorry, guess I'm siked to be back! XP

Robbie: So, now what?

Me: Well handsome...let me show you.

Robbie: *evil grin*

I came back to the machine shop the next morning and Pason was happy to see me.

"Where's Robbie?"

"He's dropping his little bro off at his new school."

"New?"

"Yeah. Robbie isn't from around here. He was born and raised in the streets of L.A. His parents died when he was 17, so he took his little bro Gabe in. He worked for Canelo's Auto and Body and got the car as a gift before he came. He just moved here."

"What does he do at night?"

"Hard to say. Robbie a complicated person, so many secrets hidden in em'. He's hard to figure out. Probably has a girl he visits or something. Wouldn't doubt that he's just going to Portland."

"Portland?"

"Yeah. He's not a drinker, but he likes to get a shot once and awhile."

"What club?"

"Al Narah Hookah Lounge"

"Maybe I should make a trip there sometime."

"You know, as soon as you arrived, he changed."

"What do you mean?"

"He never just gets in a girl's let a alone anybody's car and wants a ride. I think he likes you chica."

"Yeah, ok."

I walked over to the SUV and opened up the hood. I listened to the radio and stopped fixing for a moment, a familiar beat reached my ears. I turned it up and realized it was Cake by the Ocean by DNCE. I started to move my hips to the beat. I move my hips faster and throw my hands in the air. I feel a hand close around the wrench in my right hand. I slow down and then stop. I turn around and come face to face with Robbie. He looks at me and then moves one eyebrow up, a confused face.

"Never seen dancing and fixing work together so well til now."

I was so nervous I couldn't speak. I just looked down at my shoes and bit my lip.

He let go and I popped my head up.

"Hey you going to Portland tonight?"

"Yeah why?"

"I need a ride."

"Well you have a car don't you?"

"Yeah but it saves gas."

"Sure."

I went back to fixing the SUV.

I shivered in my crop top and skinny jeans as I waited for Robbie. I wore three-inch black lace up booties. The growl of the Charger brought my attention to the intersection. He came around the corner and then stopped. His arm was on the passenger seat and he pushed the passenger side door open.

"Lets go."

I smiled nervously before hopping in. I sat there and fit my purse in the small space while he shifted gears.

We drove for a hour and talked about random things.

"Pason tells me your form L.A"

"I am. Are you from here?"

"No, Texas."

"The lone star state."

I rolled my eyes at the joke. He parked on the street and I got out. He waited for me and then let me take the lead into the club. The music was so loud it was heard briefly through the walls and then blasted in your face when you open the door.

Colored lights splashed colors on the dance floor and the heat of bodies surrounded me. I walk to the bar and ask for a shot. Robbie stays at the bar and occasionally leaves to outside but I was drunk enough to not care. Many people had gone by me but this one guy wouldn't leave me alone. At first, I thought he was just another guy off the street but then I recognized his sunglasses. He was the same gang member that grabbed me. I quietly slipped away but he caught me and grabbed my arm, like he did the other day. I cried out as he dragged me to the back. He pushed me against the wall next to the restroom. It was dark except for the colorful lights shining in on us now and then.

"You have a ride home tonight bitch?"

"Leave me be."

"Do you have one?"

"Yes now get off."

I looked away as his lips lingered around my neck. I looked and saw Robbie at the bar, sipping a shot. I had to get his attention. I finally shouted, "Why would you steal such a nice car!"

Robbie looked over and saw me. I widened my eyes and motioned for him to come help me. He got up, and I was expecting him to come to me but instead he got up and left! I groaned in fear for I was alone. Right as this guy was going to proceed, a hand grabbed his collar and pulled him off. I could hear the muffled screams and the sound of him being dragged. I watched as the door opened and the Charger was parked in front of the opening. The engine growled and lit on fire along with the tires, like it did at Walmart. I saw the mark on the stranger's jacket, which was identical to Robbie's. (think his jacket) It was Robbie. He didn't leave me after all. My fears started to wash away until I saw the Charger gone. The wind blew the door back and forth slowly. I walked out into the small alley and Robbie was long gone. What was I suppose to do now?