Keith raced along the roads, ignoring the speed limits. He was going to have to find a new place to live, and going back to school was out of the option, there'd now be a warrant out on him for assault charges. He honestly didn't care, Marcus had it coming and Keith was so sick of him treating Alex like shit. It didn't help that despite his titanium demeanor, Alex's words hurt him deeply. His mind began to calculate a way out of this, but none really seemed logical. IT was like an epiphany. Fuck Logic. He had lived logically his entire life, everything was done logically, he read books logically, solved problems logically, locked his emotions away logically, and look where he was now. Fuck Logic. FUCK RULES. Who cared anyway, Alex wasn't going to stay to her word, she didn't love him. She never intended on being his girlfriend, he was just a toy to her, a play thing that she had just outgrown. Keith did a wheelie as he roared along, his speedometer climbing as he raced through the streets, eventually going to the highway. Keith knew that Alex had only ever wanted him so she could crush him, all of her kind words were just her intoxication, and the night at the hospital was just her in the right place at the wrong time. He was nothing to her, and he would never win this game, she would just extend it, and then extend it, and then extend it some more, fuck it all. Keith ignored Erika's call, not like he could have answered it anyway while riding. He just rode and rode and rode, trying to distance himself from it all, doing exactly what Alex told him to do. Speeding was an understatement at 145 MPH, but he just didn't care anymore