"Tyler..." I said feeling my heart speed up.
He didn't slow down. His foot stayed firmly on the pedal, and my heart hammered in my chest as we barreled straight toward the fence blocking the cut off.
My throat felt thick.
"Tyler, don't you even think about it."
His eyes hardened, and a grin stretched across his face. Damn it, I know he fucking heard me!
"Hah, I dunno what you're even saying," he shot back with that cocky grin plastered on his face. "Hold on tight!"
"Pinky! You bitch! Stop him!" I screamed.
Without warning, he broke through the wired fence and drove over the incline at top speed. For a horrifying moment, we were airborne. The world tilted violently, the city lights blurring into streaks below us.
My stomach lurched into my throat as gravity seemed to disappear. I saw my life flash before my eyes in a chaotic montage-Cassandra's overdose, Ms. Leopoldo's final moments, Darius's possessive kiss.
