"Quit messing around Emerson!" I knew I shouldn't have gotten in the car with this idiot. "Oh calm down. It's not like we can die." He gave me a stupid grin, letting me know he wasn't done acting stupid. He shifted gears drifting the car around the curve of the cliff. "Doesn't mean we won't get hurt when you crash!" I held on to the handle over my head. Emerson was a giant of a man. He was 6'5 with a physique of a bodybuilder. He was only 20, but his muscle busted through almost every shirt he owned. He was always seeking a new thrill, anything to get his adrenaline running. The street lights zoomed past us, illuminating the inside of the car every few seconds, showing me the excitement swirling in his eyes.Emerson blasted his rock music as he continued to speed down the road. This year he decided to dye his hair a cool silver with a black undertone. He finally finished his tattoo sleeve, on his right arm, with a drop of blood outlined in black. He said it's for the blood we don't
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