Derrick

Driving. The act of leaning over a steering wheel and not blinking for however long you are doing so in fear of missing something. Friends. People who you like to talk to and don't really like to shut up. Thirteen. A number which happens to be my age. Driving+friends+thirteen= Illegal disaster.

Once we turned into Mogermentry Park, I literally felt tension flow out of my shoulders like water flowing out of a waterfall. There were no other cars, no other people. Just me and a half mile of parking space. Different obstacles floated into my mind. Deer, lamp posts and plants. The list started getting longer and longer in my head. All the water got sucked back into my body and I felt like a balloon with too much air. I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Where do I park?" I asked. It was directed towards Cam, but of course Marcus answered.

"My GPS on my phone says to turn left here, but their website says to turn left at the next one. I have a theory I'm working on in relation to the position of the moon affecting the accuracy of our GPS satellite, so I would turn left here." Marcus concluded. By the time he finished his little explanation. I was already almost past the turn, but had just enough time to swing in.

"Ahhhh!" The whole car screamed as I made the sharp turn.

"Why?" Mitch snapped.

"Ugh, I should have driven." Michael groaned.

Marcus proceeded to calculate on his phone. "With the speed you were going and my estimate of the angle of that turn, the velocity that we were thrown at could have turned the car over. Theoretically, we all could be under a hunk of metal right now." Marcus stated in his signature 'matter of fact' tone. It annoyed us all, but no one more than Martin.

"Well, we're obviously not!" Martin almost scolded him for calculating that.

"Pipe down, Bread Boy." Marcus retorted and continued to press his thumb into his phone.

"You wanna go?" Martin held his fists up, which made me smile a little. For as scrawny as he was, he sure had a lot of spunk.

"Hey, hey not again!" Matt leaned backwards and waved his hands around in an attempt to hit Marcus and/or Martin. His plan proved effective, and Martin and Marcus both shut up.

Matt was my second favorite of our little club, after Cam of course. He always was trying to make peace, something that did not come easy to a group of eight teenage boys.

"Can you guys shut up so I can maybe not run into a lightpost?" I growled.

"Yeah, Martin." Marcus shoved him.

"Yeah, Marcus." Martin clapped Marcus on the back, and not in a friendly way. And once again, they were at it.

"Seriously guys?!" Matt turned all the way around in his seat and reached himself in the back seat so that he made a little barrier between Martin and Marcus with his torso. Mark was clearly not cutting it as the Marcus and Martin barrier.

"Matt, you're gonna hurt yourself!" Cam hollered over all the commotion, grabbing Matt's arm and trying to pull him back to safety. Cam was such a mother hen sometimes. I laughed a little at my own thoughts.

"What, you think this is funny?" Matt growled at me once he turned around.

"Wh-what? No," I replied sarcastically. I figured now was the time to be sarcastic because I could outrun almost all of them (except for Mark, of course) should they decide to hurt me once I parked.

"Just park the car already!" Mark complained.

"I'm getting to it!" I grumbled.

"It's probably better to park farther away so that we don't get seen by anyone. Cuz that would like, really irritate me." Michael said.

"Because that's so hard to do," Matt whispered under his breath. He was lucky Michael didn't hear that, because there would be some real stuff going down should he of heard that.

"Whose car in that?" Michael asked.

"Wow, I didn't think that they would come here, but it appears that they have even beaten us. How did they do that?" Marcus continued to blab about his bafflement.

"Just get to it already! Whose car is it?" Mitch set Marcus back on track again. He never let anyone in our group beat around the bush.

"Gabriella, Annabelle and Mack's car. Well, it's not their car, they probably got it from somewhere else." Marcus stated. I dared look down and watched Cam's hands grip the armrest gradually tighter until they were white.

"Well, that's just great." Cam whispered. I knew he wanted to see Annabelle, but I don't think he knew it yet. I usually figured out his feelings before he even did. It's how we worked.