Free My Guardian Angel by Evangelene Page B

around.” I opened the cab door and drove away, leaving a confused Jason on the sidewalk. 

Coney Island
     
    It was a week since I had seen Jason at the hospital and more than a week since the creepy songs. Like I said, it happens sometimes. Some fans think what they send is appropriate, even though it’s not. I was having breakfast when my phone chimed.
    Jason:   b ready & meet me outside of ur house in 20min
    It was from Jason.
    Me:  why?
    I fired back a text. I had things to do today.
    Jason:  just do it
    I couldn’t help it, so I caved. I got ready wearing my boyfriend jeans and a green t-shirt with a pair of Converse. I waited outside, sitting on my stoop enjoying the early morning sun. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. The air wasn’t the cleanest, but I imagined it was. A loud honk startled me out of my daze; it was Jason. He drove up and rolled his window down.
    “Looking good. Get in.” He motioned for me to get in the car.
    “So where are we going?” I asked , slamming the door to his car.
    “Easy with my car, girl! She’s about as old as you are.” He laughed and I scoffed.
    “What?” Before I could step out, Jason put the car into gear and pressed on the gas.
    “We’re going to Coney Island.”
    I laughed. “You have to be kidding right? That place is a dump!” I exclaimed.
    “It’s not a dump. It’s a landmark and I want to go and figured you’d want to go with me.” I hated that he was right.
    “Sorry buddy, I have work to do and can’t spend my whole day playing.”
    He pushed his Ray-Bans down to the tip of his nose and stared at me.
    “You sound old.”
    Out of instinct, I reached over and punched his arm.
    “I'm not old and if you call me that one more time, I swear you’re going to regret it ,” I threatened.
    “Nice! So you’re coming with me.” Damn, the man con ned me.
     
     
    About forty minutes later, we arrived at Coney Island. You’d think because the man was a cop, he wouldn’t speed. Well, that was not the case.
    “Come on , girl! Let’s head down to the boardwalk.” He stepped ahead of me and waited.
    He looked good with his usual t-shirt and jeans with combat boots combo. The Ray-Bans did me in though; they added something.
    The sun shined brightly and he glowed with the sun’s rays. I let out a heavy sigh; the man was simply perfect.
    “Come on, come on!” He gestured for me to hurry up.
    We walked around the boardwalk, me with my hand on my large brown leather tote and him with his hands down his pockets. I didn’t realize it, but he was leading me towards the Cyclone.
    He stopped in front and wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you ready?”
    I glared at him. “For what?”
    He pointed to the giant wooden rollercoaster ride behind him.
    “I don’t think so.” I shook my head slowly.
    “Come on, you can do this.” He took my hand and began pulling me to the line to get in.
    “Listen! I'm not getting on some hundred-year-old ride that has all these twists and turns,” I said rather nervously.
    “You chicken?” He smirked.
    “No one calls me chicken ,” I retorted.
    “So go on and prove it or are you too old?”
    I narrowed my eyes at him and punched him again.
    “You listen , asshat! I'm not old, you’re just too young.”
    He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever , chicken.”
    Damn him for conning me again!
    I nearly threw up my breakfast the moment I got off the ride. Who knew an eighty-five foot drop could make you feel so queasy?
    “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned as I made my way to the nearest bench.
    “Do I look okay?” I said meekly. I lowered my head, trying to regain my equilibrium, when I felt his hand rubbing my back in slow circular motions.
    Once I was okay, we started off again, walking through the various rides and games. We reached an arcade area and I saw a game I used to play when I was younger. I ran up to it, taking him by the hand.
    “Do you have change?” I asked excitedly.
    “Yeah, why?”
    I