"How did you know where... ?" I began, but then I just shook my head. I heard the door open and turned to see him getting out.
"Fredward, if you are just trying to rape me, you're putting a hell of a lot of work into this." I scolded quietly.
"What did you say?" He asked, his eyes turning black, then gold.
"What? Hey, where are you going?"
"I'm taking you to dinner." He smiled slightly, but he was hard. He stepped out of the car and slammed the door loudly. I fumbled with my seat belt connector, struggling to disconnect it from itself. I hated to keep Fredward waiting. He was waiting for me on the sidewalk.
He spoke before I could. "Go stop Jessica and Angela before I have to track them down, too. I don't think I could restrain myself if I ran into your other friends again."
I shivered. I would never wish gang rape upon my friends—or even my "friends"—but I was a little jealous that Fredward wanted to protect them, too. What if someone else tried to gang rape me, or run me over, while he was saving them from being gang raped? I wondered if he was spreading himself too thin...
"Jess! Angela!" I yelled after them, waving when they turned. They rushed back to me, the pronounced relief on both their faces simultaneously changing to surprise as they saw who I was standing next to. They hesitated a few feet from us.
"Where have you been?" Jessica's eyebrows raised with suspicion.
"I got lost," I admitted sheepishly. "And then I ran into Fredward." I gestured toward Fredward, in case they didn't know who I was talking about.
"Would it be all right if I joined you?" he asked in his
188. Sometimes cars need anonymous male sex, too.