All I can say is, if I were writing it, it'd be something more like this:
James had just crossed into Texas from Oklahoma and was heading west when he noticed a female figure in the distance. At least he
thought it was a female figure – there weren’t many curves to the body, but the walk was definitely feminine. He wondered if offering her a ride would be any kinder than letting her walk. After all, he was driving a beat up Toyota Camry with a slew of internal problems, including a broken AC and no radio. Plus the crack in the windshield didn’t help much with the view.
But as soon as the kid turned around he couldn’t say no. She couldn’t be older than 14, if that. What in the hell was a kid doing walking down this little-traveled road? Something in the back of his mind nettled him.
If she’s out here, miles from any town, she’s nothing but trouble. Again he almost passed her up, but the big smile she gave him as she stuck out the thumb on one hand and began to wave with the other halted him.
He pulled over and rolled down the passenger window, but he didn’t unlock the door. “Where you headed?” He asked, as he observed her attire. She was wearing jeans and a shawl-styled shirt. Seemed practical enough. Dumb kid was probably running away because she had a fight with her parents and thought that she’d just pull the sleeves up when she got too hot. James didn’t miss being a teenager at all.
“Wherever you’re headed.” She said. Something in her voice put the hair on the back of his neck up. There was something jaded about her, something too-adult. He didn’t like it.
She’s just a kid. He told himself.
Could you live with yourself if you left her here to die of exposure?
“Well, I’m thinking about heading to L.A.” James said. “I don’t have any place to be, so I’m still not sure. Where are you from?”
“Why do you care? L.A. sounds great.” She tugged at the door handle and frowned when it didn’t open. “Aren’t you going to give me a ride?” She pouted, trying to look sexy. James shook his head. This kid was going to get herself killed if he let her stay out here.
“Sure, kid. Hop in.” He unlocked the door. She was in, seat belt on, purse beside her, lunch bag in lap in a flash.
For a while, they were silent. James though back to when he was 14, about a million years ago, it seemed. He had been a wild kid, too. He’d done his fair share of ditching school and running away. That was before college, before jail. His face darkened at the thought. Maybe he still was a dumb kid. Getting into a bar fight and spending a couple of months in the county jail wasn’t exactly the adult thing to do. Now, with his “college career” on hold and his father recently deceased, he had no ties to any place. His family was gone, he wasn’t in school, and his father had left him a little money. It wasn’t a lot, only one-hundred-thousand dollars, but it was enough to start a new life.
His stomach rumbled, interrupting the silence. He glanced at the crumbled paper bag in the girl’s lap. “What you got in there?” He hoped it was two double hamburgers. Maybe some fries, too.
“Nothing!” The girl nearly shouted. She griped the bag tighter, making it smaller, trying to hide it in her hands. “Nothing,” she said again, more calmly. “Just another shirt.”
“Uh-huh.” James eyed her more carefully. Her clothes were old, cheap, but the handbag was real leather, expensive. “So you ran away with nothing but your designer handbag and an extra shirt? Was it spur of the moment?”
“How do you know it’s designer?” She asked, a cruel smirk touching her lips. “You gay? I thought
real men didn’t care about that sort of thing?”
James hit the brakes. What he wanted to say was, ‘You ungrateful little shit, you have some nerve to talk shit to someone doing you a favor!’ What he did say was, “Excuse me?” His voice was pure venom.
The smirk had become an uncertain grimace. “What?” She barked, trying her best to sound tough. “It’s just an observation, is all.”
“Well, keep observations like that to yourself. If you don’t want to talk that’s fine. But keep in mind that the
only reason I’m taking you anywhere is because I know your dumb ass would die out here alone.”
The girl didn’t look at him, instead she stared down at her hands as she said, “I’m sorry…What was your name?”
“James.” He said tersely.
“I’m sorry, James. I won’t be any trouble to you, I promise. I just want a ride.”
“Fine.” He said, but he was worried. There was no way this kid wouldn’t be trouble.
To be continued…
Also, I'd like to point out that I make my living ghost writing. If you ever want to hire me, I'd be willing to give you a frinemy discount.