Fast Cars and Devilish Boys Pt. 2

We raced past the houses in various neighborhoods, they all looked the same. It was getting darker, and not knowing where we were going was really beginning to bother me.
“Clay, come on, just telll me!” I begged
He smirked and shook his head.
“No chance, babe.”

He moved his hand over and squeezed my knee.
He could really knew how to drive me crazy.

Clay suddenly took a sharp turn, and pulled onto an old dirt road. He pulled up to an old abandoned-looking house and smiled at me.
“We’re here.”
“What do you mean we’re here? what the hell is this place, Clay?”

He just smiled and hopped out of the car, nodding for me to follow.
I got out of the car and caught up to Clay, who was walking around to the back of the house.
“Clay, this place gives me the creeps, what are we doing here?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see” he taunted me, flashing that grin i couldn’t resist.

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