Why Are You Running From Me and Where Are You Going..

My name is Beau. I am nineteen.

I walked slowly with the keys in my hands, as I snook quietly out of my front door to my apartment. It was dark and I didn't want to make any sound.

I was walking out to the parking lot and I ran into..something? A pole? No, it was a man.

"I'm sooo sorry are you okay?!" He asked terrified.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't be sorry, I'm the clutz. You alright?"
"Yes, my names Liam. You can call me Jas."
"Oh, I'm Beau..nice to meet you this hour."
"What're you doing this late of night anyway?"
"Nothing.." He cut me off "Don't lie to me, I can see it on your face. You were sneaking around. Why?"
"I'm leaving. Quietly."
"Well okay then..I'll see you around."

I walked off and went over to my truck.
It's a double doored ford, I got it for my sixteenth birthday a few years ago from my grandparents. My birth parents died when I was 14 years old.
I unlocked the door and stepped up. He was still out here..looking..and..watching..me.
I started the engine and pulled out.

As I drove I thought about Jas.

Then it hit me at the red light crossroads.