The Ride Home

The final bell for the day rang.

Mark slipped through the crowded hallways, unnoticed as students poured out of their classrooms and into the afternoon sun. He made his way to the side entrance near the student parking lot, where Nadia Lawrence was waiting in an old silver sedan sat idling at the curb.

Katie was already there, leaning against the car, arms crossed. She gave Mark a quick nod as he approached.

“She’s in a rush,” Katie murmured.

Mark smirked. “Good. Less questions.”

Nadia sat in the driver’s seat, scrolling through her phone, barely acknowledging them as they got in. She tapped the cigarette in her hand against the edge of the window, looking impatient.

“Hurry up, I’m not your personal chauffeur,” she muttered. “I wanna get to Mitch’s before traffic gets bad.”

Mark slid into the passenger seat while Katie got in the back. “Yeah, yeah, we get it,” Katie said, rolling her eyes.

Nadia grunted in response and pulled out of the lot, never noticing that Mark’s hand clenched subtly at his side as they rolled away from the school.

Suddenly the car stopped, though Nadia didn’t notice as she was stopped as well. The rest world too was stopped, except for Mark of course. He turned it Katie who sat next to him, also frozen,

“Katie start.”

His friend blinked a couple of times.

“Holy shit,” she said. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

Together, they stepped out of the motionless car, And hurried back inside the school through the propped-open side door.

First stop was Mark’s locker. Opening it, they are greeted by the frozen form of Phoebe Page, an annoyed look still on her face.

Phoebe was still folded tightly inside, just as he’d left her. Her arms were bent at awkward angles against her chest.

“Wow,” Katie said audibly, not having seen the girl earlier during their brief foray. “She kind of looks hot like this.”

Mark smirked.

Carefully, Mark lifted her out, adjusting her stiff body over his shoulder. Soon they made their way back to Nadia’s car, and opened the trunk. Mark then deposited Phoebe inside, making sure to put her back in a fetal position since her friends would be joining her shortly.

The next stop was Katie’s locker, where they retrieved Gabriella. Soon she too was sitting next to Phoebe in the back of Nadia’s trunk.

Their last stop was the janitor’s closet. Mark unlocked the door and peered inside. Dawn sat curled between the shelves, her phone still dangling from her fingers. Her smirk was fixed in place, completely unaware that she was now nothing more than cargo to be transported.

With some effort, they got Dawn out of the closet and balanced between them.

Reaching the trunk, Mark carefully arranged his prizes, tucking limbs into place to make sure they all fit. Once Dawn was added, it was admittedly a tight fit. Their bodies were pressed together, breasts squishing, limbs entangled.

Mark stepped back, surveying his work.

“You Good?” Katie asked.

“Yup.”

With a final glance around, he shut the trunk.

Then, with time still frozen, they returned to their seats inside the car.

Mark flexed his fingers and whispered, “Time Start.”

The world snapped back into motion.

The hum of the engine returned. Nadia pulled out of the lot, completely unaware of the special cargo she was now hauling that was tucked away in the trunk as she drove toward Mark’s house.