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Alex's p.o.v

My alarm clock rings on my nightstand telling me to get my lazy ass out of bed so, I swing my arm over and push the snooze button

I then take a quick peek at my phone.

''Oh shit I'm late!,'' I yell,

I get up get dressed, run down stairs make my self breakfast go outside start my car and leave.

once I'm at school I walk into gym and coach Davis walks over to me looking pissed

''Where in the blue hell have you been boy!,'' he shouts,

''I overslept sir,'' I sigh

''that's no ecxuse now your ass out on that track'',

''yes sir,' I say

outside I see Conner jogging with the others I run to catch up, once I do I cover his eyes

''so, how was your morning,'' Conner asks not pleased

''better that I've seen you,'' I chuckle

''awww, does sheppie have feelings '', Conner teases

''no!,'' I say firmly

''I was only kidding,''Conner replies

"'right, sorry babe,'' I apoligze

''there's no need to be sorry,'' Conner rtretorts

''I love you,'' he says ''I love you too,'' I smile

we go through the rest of our days not seeing or speaking to each other.

at 2:45 the bell rings to go home so. I being the kind gentleman I am I decide to drive Conner home

''won't my parents catch you?,'' Conner asks

''no,'' I say ''why would they?,'' I ask

''duno,'' Conner says

so Conner and I hop into my red 65' Impala and drive off, we get not even 2 miles down the road when I look in my rearveiw-mirror

''god damn it!,'' I groan ''what's wrong?,'' Conner asks ''we're being trailed,'' I say

''who'd wanna trail us?,'' Conner asks again

''I don't know,'' I remark ''but we gotta lose e'm,''

so I push the clutch to the ''floor,'' grab at the gear shift; put it 2nd then, let my foot-paw off the clutch and put it back on the gas

''let's see what happens,'' I whisper.

I push the gas pedal in and the speedometer needle goes up to at least 73 and a half...

behind us a Dodge charger's engine roars.

''oh shit! he's gaining on us,'' Conner yells.

''look, babe I love ya, but, please shut up I thinking,'' I bark

so,I push the clutch in again and shift into 3rd again the speedometer needle rises to...(again I'm still predicting don't judge) 85...

''it's still not enough!,'' I shout

so I take a pretty big gamble and push the clutch in for the time, pull the gear-shift back into 4th and the speedometer needle rises

to it's highest point I take out my phone and tell Conner to do the math to see how to car is going.

''what's it's H.P. rating?,'' he screams

''425,'' I hollar

''how fast already?,'' I bark

''139!,'' he shouts

'what!,'' I shout