Novel & Cerita What Is Chasing Cars Song About

The engine roared to life, and she sped out of the parking lot, her hands gripping the wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. Her heart pounded as she weaved through traffic, the city lights blurring past her. She couldn’t lose this deal. She wouldn’t. Her company needed it. She needed it. And deep down, a small part of her wondered if this was her chance to prove herself. Not just to the investors. But to Grayson.

I'll just go change, I'm sure the guys must be ready to set out by now. I watched her hurry towards the door, but then she paused and turned around. "Thanks for the shirt, I'll be sure to get it back to you in one piece." "Yeah, no problem." The hour long trip to Skye Manor passed in relative silence, the only conversation in the car was between Aiden and Vincent and mostly revolved around business, Elisa was uncharacteristically silent, staring out the window with a faraway expression.

Chase sat in the car blasting some indie rock music. Beside him sat Katrina’s cousin Romano, who sang aloud to the loud music blasting from the speakers. Chase knew the song; it was some old college group that he had been interested in and would have hummed along for the sake of old times if his mind wasn't occupied by someone else.

He slammed his foot on the car door and quickly rushed out, running in the opposite direction of the road they just went. Immediately behind him, cars sped after him, shooting black muzzles from inside the vehicle and straight at Uri. The highway is now a suffocating chase. A young man with a backpack on his shoulder ran fast at an unimaginable speed. Behind him, about a dozen cars were chasing. The sound of car engines, the sound of people cursing, and the sound of gunshots made other cars on the road hastily drift to the side; no one dared to poke their head out of the car door.

Before I could ask another question, the car lurched forward, tires screaming against the asphalt. "Buckle up and hold on, Little Duck!" he ordered without looking back. I glanced at the side mirror. The black van pulled a violent U-turn, smashing through a plastic bin, and began to give chase. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. "Who are they, Adrian?! Why are they chasing us?" I screamed, fumbling to lock my seatbelt with trembling hands. "Not the time for a Q&A," he snapped coldly. He jerked the wheel sharply, weaving us out of the campus and onto the main highway.

He sets his foot on the gas pedal and presses it all the way to the floor. “What are you-” The words die in my mouth as my head hits the leather seat due to the force of the way the car moves speedily. The two cars are chasing after us hastily. He pulls the brake, spinning us around in a circle; the tires screech roughly against the gravel, the whole world spins in my eyes. We are out of the market and are now heading towards the highway. We are the only cars here. “Watch this.” He says, flexing his hands on the wheels and I catch sight of a tattoo. He turns backward and is now hurling towards the car behind us.

With his every thrust inside, I let out ridiculous moans that I have never done before. "F-Fuck," I cussed underneath my breath. The things I wanna do to you My body's calling you I'm having so much fun with you Now it's just me on you Your body's my party; let's get it started, oh. "Your body is my party, let's get it started." He copied the last lyric of the song and how he huskily whispered on my ear. He then thrusted his middle finger at the deepest part of my region and I let out my most horrendous moan.

He slid in next to me. "Always a gentleman huh?" I teased. Scott drove out of school and we were headed for the coolest part of town. I gazed outside the window at all those tall buildings as we passed by them swiftly. "Music?" I asked turning the radio on. The Fray music blasted through the speaker and I moved to the song. I caught Scott staring at me once in a little while. "What?" I asked when he smiled this time. "Nothing" he tapped his tattooed finger on the steering wheel and I wondered in curiosity as to why he was smiling.

Matteo had taken his revenge and we closed that chapter, never to be revisited. “Don Lorenzo,” My driver began, forcing me to back to reality. “Yes?” I asked, clearing my throat. “We have a problem on our hands. There’s a car trailing us and it’s gaining upon us.” I turned around and much to my surprise, the driver was correct. The black car, a sleek and powerful machine accelerated towards them, darting past the unsuspecting drivers, leaving a number of them startled as the car drove past them. “Hold on, sir.” The driver said, gripping the steering with his white knuckles, as his face squeezed with determination focused on the road ahead. He stepped down hard on the accelerator, the engine

The engine ticked softly as it cooled, the only sound in the quiet street. It was the sound of something dying—fading into silence, just like everything else I’d once clung to. I had pulled the car over just a block from the house, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. My fingers hovered over the ignition, trembling, ready to twist it, to hear the comforting roar of escape. Ready to drive until the city was nothing but a smear of light in my rearview mirror, until the night swallowed me whole and spat me out somewhere nameless.