Eddy's car swerved off of a dirt road on to the highway, narrowly missing a passing vehicle. He now looked, nay felt, more relaxed about the whole situation. After smoking some of Black's top class stuff, which he reasoned he was owed, everything was now looking a little more brighter. He turned up the volume, Trivium blaring out of his drawn down windows, as he threw his joint on to the road. Several seconds later, he heard sirens, and checking his rear-view mirror noticed a police motorbike, gaining fast. He whacked his head against the headrest in frustration. "Well...fuck that" he giggled, now realising a chase could be extra super fun. He pulled out his phone and called Black's number, which was off, as usual, so he left a message, "Hey, Black? Dude, Black, I've run into, in...into some trouble. I'm heading back to school, 'cos, I, well, I wouldn't want to be late for fourth! Oh, you might want to make yourself scarce for a few hours, 'cos, um, 'cos, well, I have your student card from the last...t-t-transaction, and if they, like, search me, man, I mean, you'll be in the shit. Take it easy!". Eddy threw the phone into the back seat, tied his bandana around his forehead to push his curls out of the way, slipped on his sunglasses and lit another joint, before putting the pedal to the metal and racing off towards highschool in an attempt to save Black's stuff from the authorities.
