# losing hope ch.5 Author: London79 Tags: Car, High School, Speed, tailing #11 of losing hope Alex's p.o.v My alarm clock rings on my nightstand telling me to get my lazy ass out of bed so, I swing my arm over and push the snooze button  I then take a quick peek at my phone. ''Oh shit I'm late!,'' I yell, I get up get dressed, run down stairs make my self breakfast go outside start my car and leave. once I'm at school I walk into gym and coach Davis walks over to me looking pissed  ''Where in the blue hell have you been boy!,'' he shouts, ''I overslept sir,'' I sigh  ''that's no ecxuse now your ass out on that track'', ''yes sir,' I say  outside I see Conner jogging with the others I run to catch up, once I do I cover his eyes  ''so, how was your morning,'' Conner asks not pleased  ''better that I've seen you,'' I chuckle  ''awww, does sheppie have feelings '', Conner teases  ''no!,'' I say firmly  ''I was only kidding,''Conner replies  "'right, sorry babe,'' I apoligze  ''there's no need to be sorry,'' Conner rtretorts  ''I love you,'' he says ''I love you too,'' I smile  we go through the rest of our days not seeing or speaking to each other. at 2:45 the bell rings to go home so. I being the kind gentleman I am I decide to drive Conner home  ''won't my parents catch you?,'' Conner asks  ''no,'' I say ''why would they?,'' I ask ''duno,'' Conner says  so Conner and I hop into my red 65' Impala and drive off, we get not even 2 miles down the road when I look in my rearveiw-mirror  ''god damn it!,'' I groan ''what's wrong?,'' Conner asks ''we're being trailed,'' I say ''who'd wanna trail us?,'' Conner asks again  ''I don't know,'' I remark ''but we gotta lose e'm,''  so I push the clutch to the ''floor,'' grab at the gear shift; put it 2nd then, let my foot-paw off the clutch and put it back on  the gas ''let's see what happens,'' I whisper. I push the gas pedal in and the speedometer needle goes up to at least 73 and a half...   behind us a  Dodge charger's engine roars. ''oh shit! he's  gaining on us,'' Conner yells. ''look, babe  I love ya, but, please shut up I thinking,'' I bark  so,I push the clutch in again and shift into 3rd again the speedometer needle rises to...(again I'm still predicting don't judge) 85... ''it's still not enough!,'' I shout  so I take a pretty big gamble and push the clutch in for the time, pull the gear-shift back into 4th and the speedometer needle rises  to it's highest point I take out my phone and tell Conner to do the math to see how to car is going. ''what's it's H.P. rating?,'' he screams  ''425,'' I hollar  ''how fast already?,'' I bark  ''139!,'' he shouts  'what!,'' I shout  Source: https://sofurry.com/s/dmWdRgEn Part of the series losing hope Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/965719-losing-hope-ch-4.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/967670-losing-hope-ch-6.md