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he would not hear.
    “That language does not fancy your lips, my lovely. I would have thought you more proper.” His face showed disappointment, which in turn made me feel embarrassed for my foul mouth.
    I would have offered an apology, but I was scared and angry that I was taken against my will. I stopped speaking to him while he drove.
    The numbness was beginning to subside. I regained stamina in my body little by little. My tongue now felt normal enough to talk.
    “Where are you taking me?” I tried to open the door.
    “The doors are locked,” David sighed. “You’ve not yet given me an opportunity to explain that I mean you no harm.”
    “What?! You’re literally kidnapping me and you want me to listen to the reasoning behind it?”
    “Yes,” David smiled completely undisturbed by my reaction.
    I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. “You’re psychotic.”
    I turned away from him and looked over the luxurious red interior of the car. I reached over to touch the silver word embossed on the dashboard in front of me: “Maserati”.
    “Did you steal the car too?” The accusation fled my mouth in a sarcastic tone.
    “I am no thief,” he sounded offended. “Gifts and offerings from kings and queens established my financial platform. I have collected and reinvested my capital for centuries. I do not require, much less, condone theft.”
    He handed me a bottle of water from under his seat. “And, let this be perfectly clear: I am not kidnapping you, nor will I attempt to hurt you in anyway. I simply wish to converse with you.”
    He placed the bottle of water on my lap seeing as I would not take it from his hand.
    “Where are we going?” I uncapped the bottle.
    “Here.” He pointed to the navigation system.
    David was headed to South Padre Island, a beach and tourist hotspot for spring breakers and the like. “The Island”, as we locals called it, was about half an hour away from Los Fresnos. I had about twenty minutes to either conjure up an escape plan or convince myself that I was under no danger.
    “I do believe you should call your mother to advise her that you have left school grounds. You have three missed calls from her.” He held up my cell phone so I could see the display screen and handed it to me. “She’s concerned about you. I trust you will not breathe a word of what has just happened?”
    “And what makes you think I won’t?”
    “I am trusting you,” he said, reaching for my hand. “And I beg you, trust me in return.”
    I glanced at his hand on mine as he spoke. I looked at him from head to toe. The black shirt he wore brought out his ocean blue eyes and paired so well with his black hair. His jaw curved perfectly over his neck. In my opinion, he was an architectural and anatomical marvel. It could have been his looks or the fact that I grew so curious about him that made me decide to do what I did next.
    I dialed my mother’s cell number but she didn’t answer. I left her a voice mail:
    “Mom, I know you’re probably worried, but I’m fine. I don’t know what the nurse told you, but there’s no need to check up on me, okay? The nurse gave me a ride home. I’m swinging by the library to work on a project. See you this afternoon. Love you.”
    “I thank you.” David smiled when I ended the call.
     
    Nearing the bridge that connects the mainland to The Island, I sensed David glancing at me. My stomach started to ache from the nervousness I felt. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I knew that I might end up in a shallow, unmarked grave at The Island as my final resting place.
    Upon crossing the bridge, and once on South Padre Island, David pulled in to a fast food drive-thru and ordered an orange juice and bottled water.
    “Drink this,” he said handing me the juice. “Your blood sugar must be low from the commotion.”
    “Thanks,” I said taking the juice.
    Upon observing how considerate he was being, I remembered the rude words I had called him