Wreckless
screamed;
     
    “ Run her over!”
     
    Maurice hit the gas petal, his tires spun,
and the truck swerved side to side before shooting off. Jasmine
jumped out of the way, making an effort to save herself before
becoming a part of the road. She rolled to a hard stop and screamed
as she rose to her feet.
     
    “ Ugh! You want to play
games, huh?” she yelled into the midnight air.
     

Jasmine ran to Teresa’s car and got in. She
took off after Maurice and Saundra, desperate to catch them. When
she got her hands on Saundra, it would take an army to get her off.
Not only had she ruined Jasmine’s night, but she ran off with her
man.
     
    “ Why does everyone want to
take my man from me? You can’t have him!” she yelled, rounding the
corner and seeing the truck further down the road. Jasmine’s foot
took the petal to the floor board. The car caught speed and went
past forty, then fifty, then sixty. She was flying down a state
highway like she didn’t have a care in the world. Teresa’s corpse
rolled in the trunk of the car. Jasmine could hear it hitting the
front and then rolling to the back.
     
    “ Don’t worry!” Jasmine
yelled, as if Teresa could hear her, “You won’t feel a thing,” she
snickered.
     
    Thoughts of murder ran through her mind. She
imagined digging Saundra’s grave. This time, if Maurice wanted some
alone time, Saundra would have to be dead first.
     
    Jasmine was delusional; she actually thought
Maurice had taken interest in her. The kiss he’d given her before
she left the room put her in wonderment. With a one-track mind,
Jasmine’s speed increased as she hit eighty by the time she caught
up with the GMC Sierra.
     
    Maurice looked in the rear view mirror.
“This girl is nuts,” he said. “She’s caught up with us
already.”
     
    “ That’s because you’re
driving the speed limit!” Saundra shouted. “Who drives the speed
limit when a maniac is after him?”
     
    “ It’s dark on this road;
what if we hit a deer or something?” he said.
     
    “ Look, I love all of God’s
creatures, but if it’s just chilin’ in the middle of the street,
then go around him! We are the only ones driving this late, so
punch it, man!”
     
    Maurice did a double take at Saundra. The
scared feeble woman was no more. There was a rush over her face and
she was focused on survival. Maurice increased his speed, leaving
Jasmine behind. She still had a nice gain on them, but Teresa’s car
was no match for his GMC Sierra.
     
    “ What’s your role in all
this?” Saundra asked. “I mean, it seems to me you were in this with
her. I thought you were going to help me, then all of a sudden you
hand me over to her. What’s up with that?” she said.
     
    “ Didn’t I get you out of
it?”
     
    Saundra looked behind them, Jasmine was
getting closer. “Not really,” she said. She shook her head and
threw her hands up, “Okay, I get it. You’re helping me out now, but
you weren’t at first. I need to know -- did you help her kill
Teresa?”
     
    “ Are you
crazy?”
     
    “ I’m not, but I don’t know
about you,” she said.
     
    Maurice gave her a stern look, cutting his
eyes at her. He sucked his teeth and shook his head. He could
understand how she felt, so he cut her some slack.
     
    “ I would never do anything
like that,” he said. “If I was a killer, you would’ve been dead.”
He cut his eyes at her again. Saundra’s eyebrows rose. “Yeah,
that’s right.”
     
    “ You know, Teresa and I
talked on the phone every now and then. She approached me when I
was on my way to the car one day. Teresa’s a beautiful girl, so of
course, I talked to her. We exchanged numbers, but we didn’t talk
on a regular basis. With me on the football team and in the
fraternity, I didn’t have much time. Neither did she. Whenever I
saw her, she was doing a fundraising event or with her sorors.
There were many things to keep us occupied. It was only two weeks
ago when we started getting closer. I

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