I was standing in front of a bar.

And I mean like, bar bar. Like the kind where people go to get drunk because life is just too dang hard? Yeah, that kind.

I shivered in the cool night air. Behind me, a car door slammed. I stared up in fear at the run-down building. The door was open, revealing the chaos inside. I could hear gruff voices and boisterous laughter come out. It sounded full of rough biker dudes, the kind that most people wanted to avoid.

What was I doing out here, you ask? What was Genevieve, the Whovianest of all Whovians, the nerdiest of all nerds, and the reader of all books doing out here when it was past midnight in a bar that was quite literally in the middle of nowhere with a boy who may or may not have been determined to kill me tonight?

Let's start in the beginning.

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"-and did you know, the myth that all wolves will attack a human is not true. Wolves are cultured to be peaceful creatures. They almost never attack a human and probably never will unless they feel they are being threatened. That false information is why wolves are going extinct. People kill them because they immediately think a wolf will attack. It's really unfair, you know. If people could just be-"

"Kitten?''

"Yes?" I said instinctively before I could stop myself.

"If I were to drench you in rabbit blood and drop you into a wolf pack's territory, do you think that they'll attack then?" Scar asked innocently.

"Probably." I answered.

"Hmm. Interesting." Scar said, taking a sharp turn down the road. For some apparent reason, he had offered to drive me home after detention was over. Miss White seemed to have taken off, for all I knew.

I had put up a fight, of course. It wasn't like Scar to do something nice. I had initially thought he planned to butcher me and drop my body into the ocean, to be honest. In the end, he all but forced me into the car.

"But you're not going to do that, right?" I asked, truly worried about my life. Scar's hands were clenched tightly on the steering wheel. I tore my gaze off his perfectly sculptured face and faced front, watching the road get eaten up.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Scar, be serious."

"I am."

My mouth dropped open. "Let me out of the car!" I yelped. Scar merely chuckled at my panic and sped up the car even more. His driving, I so nicely found out, was the equivalent to that of a race car driver's. I was completely convinced that I wouldn't get home alive tonight.

"Too late." Scar muttered. He leaned back in the seat, looking completely at ease. When he drove, there was not a trace of emotion on his face. I had to force myself not to stare at him. He just looked so perfect. He drove with one hand on the steering wheel. My eyes sinfully swiped over the tattoo sleeve he had on his right arm.

"How's your stab wound?" I asked worriedly.

"Stab wound?" he questioned innocently. "You mean my body pocket?"

I couldn't come up with a reply for that.

We drove in silence for a while. His black Mercedes was dirty, to say the least. Trash littered the backseat floor, numerous candy wrappers scattered around carelessly. I could have also sworn I saw a dead bird back there too. The air smelled faintly of a delicate cologne and mint. It suited Scar perfectly. Tough on the outside, a complete mess on the inside.

"Who was that guy?" I asked quietly. "That stabbed you, I mean."

"Just some guy I owe money to. Ask another question, little kitten. I dare you. The locks are broken on your side of the door. Don't blame me if you suddenly fall ou-"

"Where are you taking me?" I shouted, suddenly noticing that we were driving down a dirt road. We had been driving for way too long now. My house was a 5 minute drive away from the school. It was past 5 minutes. I mentally punched myself for letting Scar give me a ride home. How could I have trusted him?

Scar didn't reply, but I didn't miss the devilish smirk that decorated his face at my question. My heart sank all the way to my toes. I tried to make myself stay calm but it was getting harder and harder to do so as Scar sped up his reckless driving even more. The forestry on either side of the window was now a blur.

"You never were planning to take me home, were you?!" I yelled, fumbling with my seat belt. It seemed to be stuck. I let out a growl of anger, trying to pull myself free. Although I had no clue what I would do even if I got out, because Scar didn't seem to have a single intention of stopping the car. And I wasn't desperate enough to jump out of a speeding car.

Yet.

"Scar! Stop the god damn car! Ha, that rhymed." I chuckled before focusing on the situation. "But seriously, stop the car. I'm getting out. You are not taking me anywhere!"

"I'll be the judge of that." Scar chuckled.

I took a deep breath and decided to come at it another way. "Please don't kill me. I swear I'm not worth it. No one would miss me. Besides, I wouldn't even put up a fight! Where's the fun in that? If you want to kill someone, wouldn't you want the satisfaction of seeing them suffer first? I mean, I'm no killer but I think-"

"Calm down." Scar rudely interrupted. He took another sharp turn down the dirt path. I looked out the window, trying to think of a way to escape. There weren't any houses around anymore. There were just desolate forestry surrounding us on all sides.

I gripped the seat hard. "Please don't kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you, kitten." Scar promised. "I swear, I won't even lay a finger on you. I just have to run an errand."

"Why couldn't you do that after you took me home?!"

He kept one hand on the steering wheel and reached into his pocket, bringing out the same lighter and the pack of cigarettes. He took one out of the pack and put it into his mouth, not paying attention to the road at all. Luckily, he managed to light it up and put it into his mouth before anything happened. I scooched away as he released a puff of smoke, an action that made Scar smile cheekily before answering my question.

"Because I need you there with me. I have to pay off some of my debt. They're less likely to kill me if you're there." he said matter-of-factly like it was a totally normal conversation. "And you can be their distraction."

"No!" I gasped. "Take me home this instant! I am not going anywhere with you, you stupid freak! I'm not going to go with you to meet some other deranged freaks! You freak! Take. Me. Home. Scar. You got yourself into this, now you get yourself out! Do not drag me into this!"

"Like I said, little kitten. It's too late to go back. You know, Genevieve, I have never killed a person before in my life."

"And?"

"Would you like me to change that?"

"No."

"Then I suggest you shut the fuck up."

"Okay, but expl-"

"Stop. Talking."

"Sca-"

"Last warning."

"Hold on, I just need to know someth-"

He turned his face and once more blew some smoke directly into my face. I choked back a cough, waving my hands wildly in front of my face to clear the air. Scar chuckled deeply at my distress, still adding to the pollution inside the small area.

"God, you're an ass." I gasped, forcing the window down. I took in a few deep breaths of the cold air, trying to get the horrid smell out of my lungs. Scar ran a red light and continued driving down the road.

"Don't be so dramatic, kitt- what the fuck?" Scar cut himself off, slowly lurching the car to a stop. There came a terrible bang from inside the hood of the car. I stiffened, hoping against hope that we hadn't broken down. Scar's jaw dropped open.

"You have got to be kidding me!" he growled, unlocking his seatbelt. I didn't know whether I should be angry or relieved. Angry because I was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a self-centered dickhead or relieved because he couldn't drag me along to his so-called errand that may or may not have cost my life.

"Idiot!" I shrieked, fumbling with my own belt. Scar scoffed angrily and jumped out of the car, going to check under the hood. I finally gave up fighting with the belt and just climbed myself out of the mess, getting out through Scar's door because the lock was broken as he said on my side.

"Fix it!" I said angrily, stomping up next to him. Scar had opened the hood, which released a horrible smoke of fumes into the air. He coughed and cleared it away with his hands, looking hopelessly at the wires and tubes under the hood.

"Shut up, kitten." he snapped, poking lightly at a black tube that was smoking. I sighed deeply and looked around. Except for the gravel road and the stop sign a few meters away, there was no other sign of civilization. Trees lined each side of the road. I looked back at Scar, who was now dumbly pulling at the wires.

"Stop doing that! You're gonna make it worse." I said, watching as he tugged at a red wire thing. I let out a yelp when it made a loud popping sound. "How does a car drive perfectly for one second, and then start making banging noises the next? What's up with this car?"

"I don't know!" Scar snapped, pushing me lightly away from him. "Go inside and step on the gas pedal when I tell you to."

Groaning, I walked around and plopped myself down in the driver's seat, keeping the door open so we could communicate. "Now?" I asked, my foot hovering over the tab.

"When I fucking say so!" he shouted angrily. "Be patient." he disappeared behind the hood for a moment and then popped his head to the side again. ''Okay, step on it now. Lightly." He closed the hood and stepped to the side.

I tapped my foot against the pedal. The car lurched forward half a feet, and then stopped again. I could hear Scar say a string of curse words when there was another small explosion from somewhere deep inside the hood. Smoke started escaping from the crevices. I saw Scar shake his head in disappointment. I got out of the car and joined him.

"Now what do you suggest we do, genius?" I snapped. Scar looked around, just as clueless as me. After a moment of silence, he pointed to the stop sign in the distance.

"Let's try to find someone to help us. There has to be someone around. Or we could wait for someone to pass and catch a ride back to town." Scar suggested.

"What about your errand thing?"

He sighed, pushing his fingers through his hair again. "Well, little kitten, it's not like I planned this to happen. They're gonna have to wait. Come on then."

Scar started walking down the road. "Wait, you're just gonna leave the car open like that?" I asked worriedly, looking back.

"It's not going anywhere. Are you coming or not?" he asked. And with that, he shoved his hands into his pocket and started walking again. After a moment of debating my options, I trailed after him. I didn't trust Scar, but I would rather go with him than to wait by myself in the car while he went to get help. And besides, Scar would probably not even come back.