I hadn't even thought about them tracking me. Maybe he's right. I hate the feeling of always being wrong. I come out with a solemn mask to hide how I'm actually feeling and sit beside Josh, who's already in relaxed mood. "Your right! I'm sorry!" I mumble and Josh sits up straight, scoffing. He then sighs. "Can you say it one more time? This time a little louder?"
"I said I am sorry, Josh"
He then insists I add 'babe' because I signed for a temporary girlfriend. Apology over, we both go on to check on my aunt. "Auntie Tatiana?" I call out and when I look over my shoulder, his eyebrow is up. I shrug and go to the kitchen, but what we find is not something pleasant.
Josh and I are in a stolen Volvo. My heart is still pounding with terror. "You okay?"
Even though I deny that the fact of I'm not fine with I'm fine, the image in my mind I really cannot undo it. This is not how I thought my day would be like. He kissed me. I take a good look at Josh, who is speeding the car towards safety, and sigh.