NARRATION
This was the fifth time the white coupe had locked onto my tail, and definitely not the last. The first time he had followed had been at one in the morning on a Saturday, while I was just trying to get home. He turned off his lights, yet when I stopped to get out and confront him, he reversed like the coward he was and drove off into the night. He had followed me a couple more times between then and now, although every time I stopped to confront him he would drive away. Him and his passengers even took it upon themselves to yell profanities at me and my friends, although they could not do anything else. It has become such an annoyance that I took to carrying a old baseball bat in my car since I frequently drove alone and only saw the white coupe with at least three people in the car. My girlfriend told me to stop following them, but this needed to end, and I was determined to end it. I followed them down County Road 1 for a considerable amount of time, constantly on the phone with my friend just incase I needed another witness, maybe even backup; I had no idea what these people were capable of or what they intended to do. Unbeknownst to me, the driver of the white coupe had also called a friend who pulled out behind me in a green sedan. The green sedan got in the lane next to me and slammed on the gas, gaining maybe half a car length on me, and tossed an opened pop can at my car. The pop can hit my windshield and flew away. Now the green sedan was in front of me and the white coupe was making its getaway. This had to end. I now locked into the green sedan, he pulled into a parking lot and I followed, than left, hoping he would follow me. He followed. I pulled into the park a half mile down the road and he followed. I turned around quickly so that I was facing him. I frantically searched around my car for something to throw and found a completely full Taco Bell cup. I quickly rolled down my window and tossed it, a direct hit, old Pepsi dripped down his windshield. I cornered him and got out, demanding answers, which he gave. I now realized I could be in huge trouble seeing as these kids looked like they had just gotten licenses. I got some answers out of the kid and not wanting a hefty jail sentence began to leave. The kid informed me that the white coupe had called the police and that we should probably both get the hell out of there. I left and saw the cops pull him over a quarter mile in front of me. Hoping they wouldn’t notice me, I sat at the light not more than ten feet away from the cops and kids. They came to my window and made me get out of the vehicle. After a lengthy conversation, and a seizure of my baseball bat, I was free to go pending a decision from the kids’ parents of whether or not to press charges. I didn’t care, the maximum charge was disorderly conduct, which in my case would be considered a misdemeanor.
SCENE
“There’s that fucker again,” I said.
“Seriously this is not worth it, it’s just a giant waste of time,” said my girlfriend, Josie.
“No this ends tonight I’m tired of having to put up with this crap.”
“God damnit,” she sighed.
“This kid cannot be serious, he thinks that he’s gonna lose me with that little car ha!” I said, after a prolonged silence.
“We can still stop now.”
“Nope, sorry, I’m in the zone, this is gonna end one way or another,” I responded.
“Shit that car is totally his friend or something, he’s driving like a jackass,” I said.
“Yeah, your right, now I am kind of getting pissed off,” said Josie.
“Let’s see if we can get them to follow us, y’know, give us the upper hand.”
“Alright fine,” said Josie.
“Ha got em in my tail now, lets stop this, I’ll pull into the park.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, I don’t want you going to jail.”
“So who’s your little buddy in the white car, huh, asshole?”
“Uhh, Mick Prudy.”
“And why the hell does he think he can get away with following me like this? Why is he even following me?”
“I..I don’t know. Was the Taco Bell cup really necessary?”
“Was the pop can necessary you fucking idiot, you got off light.”
“What pop can?”
“Shut the fuck up! Your friend needs to watch his back, and if your smart you’ll do the same, and also stay the fuck out of your friends business, it’s me and him and your just getting caught in the crossfire.”
“Okay, okay. He just texted me. He called the cops and their probably on their way so we should both get the hell out of here.”
“Yeah later asshole.”
NARRATION AND SCENE
This was the fifth time the white coupe had locked onto my tail, and definitely not the last. The first time he had followed had been at one in the morning on a Saturday, while I was just trying to get home.
“There’s that fucker again,” I said.
“Seriously this is not worth it, it’s just a giant waste of time,” said my girlfriend, Josie.
“No this ends tonight I’m tired of having to put up with this crap.”
“God damnit,” she sighed.
This needed to end, and I was determined to end it. I followed them down County Road 1 for a considerable amount of time, constantly on the phone with my friend just incase I needed another witness, maybe even backup; I had no idea what these people were capable of or what they intended to do. Unbeknownst to me, the driver of the white coupe had also called a friend who pulled out behind me in a green sedan.
“Shit that car is totally his friend or something, he’s driving like a jackass,” I said.
“Yeah, your right, now I am kind of getting pissed off,” said Josie.
This had to end. I now locked into the green sedan, he pulled into a parking lot and I followed, than left, hoping he would follow me. He followed.
“Ha got em in my tail now, lets stop this, I’ll pull into the park.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, I don’t want you going to jail.”
I pulled into the park a half mile down the road and he followed. I turned my car around quickly so that I was facing him. I frantically searched around my car for something to throw and found a completely full Taco Bell cup. I quickly rolled down my window and tossed it, a direct hit; old Pepsi dripped down his windshield. I cornered him and got out, demanding answers, which he gave. I now realized I could be in huge trouble seeing as these kids looked like they had just gotten driver’s licenses.
“So who’s your little buddy in the white car, huh, asshole?” I said angrily.
“Uhh, Mick Prudy.”
“And why the hell does he think he can get away with following me like this? Why is he even following me?”
“I..I don’t know. Was the Taco Bell cup really necessary?”
“Was the pop can necessary you fucking idiot, you got off light.”
“What pop can?”
“Shut the fuck up! Your friend needs to watch his back, and if your smart you’ll do the same, and also stay the fuck out of your friends business, it’s me and him and your just getting caught in the crossfire,” I said angrily. Anything that crossed my path at this point just pissed me off even more and this kid wasn’t helping
“Okay, okay. He just texted me. He called the cops and their probably on their way so we should both get the hell out of here.”
“Yeah later asshole.”
I left and saw the cops pull him over a quarter mile in front of me. Hoping they wouldn’t notice me, I sat at the light not more than ten feet away from the cops and kids. They came to my window and made me get out of the vehicle. After a lengthy conversation, and a seizure of my baseball bat, I was free to go pending a decision from the kids’ parents of whether or not to press charges. I didn’t care, the maximum charge was disorderly conduct, which in my case would be considered a misdemeanor.
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