Breaking Free

*After a week on the road*

 Chapter Twelve

 Beau’s POV  

Watching her sleep through the night is the most peaceful thing I have ever seen. We were currently driving through Texas. Only a few times have we had to stop for gas and for her to go pee. I finally had to stop giving her something to drink. Dang that girl pees a lot.  

My first thought was that she might have been pregnant but I made her pee on that little stick thing to prove that she wasn’t.  

When we asked for the test the lady over the counter looked at us like we were a bunch of teenagers who shouldn’t be having sex. I showed her my ID and she didn’t look at us like that anymore.  

Riannon and I laughed our butts off for the next hour because she cracked us up.  

We didn’t want to even stop to sleep because I wanted to get as far away from Miami as possible. That way her dad wouldn’t have to worry about her, but we had to stop a few times to sleep because

Riannon didn’t like driving my car.  

I couldn’t believe that she just packed up and left her house. To be honest I had no idea she had it in her.  

A month of go I would have said that Riannon was some kind of freak. Not really, but she didn’t talk to anyone at school.  

She barely spoke up in class.

 ***flashback***  

“Mrs. thank you Ashley that was touching and heartfelt,” said Mrs. Voans. She is by far the grossest person ever. I try not to sit in the front row because she has horrible breath.  

I didn’t think that her eulogy was that great. She made herself sound like some prim Dona. I think that Riannon Thomas’s was more touching because it was sincere and honest.  

Riannon’s family was rich. Only a few people knew that. I knew it because she lived down the street from me. She had the best style. She always wore my favorite band Bullet for My Valentine t-shirts and rocking shoes. She is quite weird looking, but it is a good weird. I wonder what she would look like without those bottle glasses of hers.  

Why am I thinking about this girl like this?  

Why am I staring at her?  

I quickly advert my eyes from her to the paper in front of her. I see a giant raptor eating Mrs. Voan’s face. It is quite cute. She is a pretty good artist.  

I wouldn’t speak to her during school because that Lancaster boy is always hanging around her. There is no way that I can compete with him and his muscles and award winning smile.  

Ugh, listen to me I sound gay.  

“Mr. Sharpe can you please pay attention,” the witch asks me. I hated this teacher.  

“Yea sorry,” I apologize and Riannon looks over at me with puppy dog eyes. Her big blue eyes look right into mine.  

I have to catch my breath. She is even prettier when she looks at you straight on.  

Her glasses fell off and she looked surprised as she looked at me before picking them up.  

I couldn’t stop thinking of the way she looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes.  

It wasn’t normal for me to think this way.

I am Beau Sharpe.  

I know that I am a player.