yolo by Sam Jones Read Free Book Online

Guy said as he patted her should.
    â€œYeah,” Trench Coat Lady chimed in. “You can drive my getaway car anytime.”
    â€œOh my God.” Emily couldn’t believe her ears. “Is this really happening? All I wanted to do was get to this party, and now I’m harboring criminals .”
    â€œWho . . . us?” Tattoo Guy pulled off his ski mask.
    â€œNo,” Emily said. “The serial killers in the trunk. YES, you!”
    â€œOh please.” Trench Coat Lady pulled of her ski mask too. “We’re not criminals. And you don’t have to harbor us, just drop us off at the next exit.” The woman had a deep red scratch across her cheek, and Emily was glad that Ana had managed to inflict at least a little bit of pain.
    â€œWhat do you mean you’re not criminals?” Ana said. “I’m pretty sure what you did to my phone counts as a serious crime!”
    â€œNot to mention the armed robbery,” Brandon said.
    â€œLook!” Tattoo Guy popped open the chamber of each of his guns. “We don’t even have bullets in here.” He handed both over to Brandon.
    â€œHuh,” Brandon said. “He’s right. These are empty.”
    â€œNo police officer in the world cares whether those weapons were loaded or not,” Emily said. “You were still robbing the place.”
    Trench Coat Lady sighed. “The point is that we weren’t planning to hurt anyone.”
    â€œYeah,” said Tattoo Guy. “I’m real sorry about all this. It’s kind of all a misunderstanding, right? Anyway, my name’s Chestnut. This here’s Liz.”
    Emily glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Liz give a small wave. “We’re really sorry we got started off on the wrong foot.”
    â€œThe wrong foot?” Emily was trying not to yell, but her heart was still racing and she was certain that a highway patrolman was going to come speeding up behind her at any moment, even after her apparently top-notch getaway tactics. “Calling someone the wrong name, or spilling a beverage on them as you shake hands is the ‘wrong foot.’ Holding us at gunpoint is not the wrong foot . It’s a felony .”
    â€œI understand how you feel,” Chestnut said solemnly.
    â€œNo. No, I don’t think you do,” said Ana. “My iPhone is dead.” She waved the shattered screen in his direction. “It won’t even turn on!”
    â€œAt least you thought to pick it up,” Brandon said. “Thank God the cops don’t have your phone.”
    â€œEven so,” Emily said. “Exactly how long do you think it will take before the police go over the security footage from the cameras that place must have had and run my license plate? Or just plaster our faces all over the news. I’m not even out of high school yet and I’m going to be tried as an adult for aiding and abetting!”
    â€œNah,” snorted Chestnut, shaking his head. “Besides, Liz and I ain’t horrible folks. We’re high school sweethearts, ya know. Good people.”
    â€œNo, I didn’t know,” said Emily. “And somehow, I think that under cross-examination, that little tidbit will be ruled irrelevant.”
    â€œHigh school sweethearts? Aw  . . .”
    Emily glanced at Ana, who was now on her knees in the front seat with her chin on the headrest, staring at Liz with what could only be described as googly eyes.
    â€œIt’s true,” brayed Liz. “He asked me to prom fifteen years ago and the rest is history.”
    â€œDid you start robbing banks and restaurants right after the dance, or did you have special training in college first?” Emily couldn’t help herself. Now that she knew there was no ammo in the guns, they didn’t seem nearly as dangerous, and she decided to take a few shots of her own.
    â€œNow see? Right there. You’ve got us all wrong,