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the crunching of tires on my driveway.
    Finally .

 
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    “I can’t believe we are really doing this,” Chase complained as he drove us into the city.
    His luxury car hugged the road effortlessly. It was like we were gliding over the pavement, but even with the smooth ride, I was antsy. I just couldn’t seem to sit still and get comfortable. “I can’t believe you are here instead of Travis,” I countered.
    The plan had been that Travis and I would go together. I was still a little miffed that he had bailed on me and sent this lug in his place, but I wasn’t going to let it overshadow my exhilaration. I wasn’t sure anything could – not even hell and all its croonies.
    Chase stole a glance at me as I uncrossed my legs. Again. “God, you are a bouncing ball of energy tonight. How much coffee did you drink?”
    I tucked my dark hair behind my ear and out of the way. “Umm, I don’t know, like six cups with extra shots of espresso. Is there a Starbucks around here?”
    The headlights from a passing car glinted off Chase’s eyes. “Are you trying to overdose on caffeine? It would really piss me off if you died after I just saved your butt.” His hand tightened on the wheel, as if the thought angered him.
    “Funny. I’m pulling an all-nighter,” I said, to explain the caffeine overkill.
    “Why?” he asked, genuinely mystified. “We have school tomorrow,” he added.
    “Do you really need to ask? Two words, Chase. Black. Ops.” I always got a weird tingle when I said his name. “Besides, I’m ditching school tomorrow. It’s like a holiday.”
    “Let me guess, that was Travis’s idea?”
    “No. Maybe. Does it matter? It’s a brilliant idea.”
    His brows drew together. Clearly he didn’t think so. We arrived to the game store shortly after, which gave him a whole new onset of things to complain about. This was totally out of Chase’s element, and he hated it. I tried not to let the fact that he came anyway with me, seep into my heart. He made it a little easier by being a complainer.
    “Is this really worth waiting in line at midnight for?” Chase asked, falling in line behind me, staring at the long line of about a trillion people in front of us. I might have been exaggerating considering this was the boondocks, but apparently even in the backwoods people play video games.
    I didn’t even bat an eye. That question wasn’t even worth answering. “Um yes.”
    “There is something wrong with the two of you. With all of these people.” He indicted to the line of fellow gamers (mostly guys I might add) standing in front and behind us.
    My geekdom skyrocketed in his eyes. He just didn’t understand. This was like the holy grail of games. This was Black Ops II. Enough said.
    I don’t know how long we were standing there before I got a creepy prickle on my neck. The kind that makes all the little hairs stand straight up. It could have been five minutes or an hour. With Chase next to me, I lost all track of time. He was razzing me once again about being here when I felt the first inklings of trouble.
    Instinctually Ii huddled closer to him in line, staring out into the dark parking lot. The moon was just a small sliver tonight, illuminating barely any glow. It made the night that much darker and scarier. Chatter of excitement traveled down the shopping center sidewalk, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was out there. Spying. Waiting. For me.
    Either fatigue was starting to set in, or this was me being a complete paranoid schitzo. Or maybe I was having a caffeine crash. Right about now, I was wishing for a steamy cup of coffee. Snuggling deeper into my hoodie, I shivered. The temperature had dropped tremendously. Chase came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me with his warmth. If my teeth hadn’t been chattering, I might have protested, but truthful his body offered a blissful heat. He was like a furnace.
    “Thanks,” I muttered, leaning