Double Date by R.L. Stine Page A

reply. He was thinking hard, trying to figure out the best way to stall Samantha. He was enjoying going out with both girls. He didn’t want to end it with Bree so soon.
    â€œYou have to do it right away,” Samantha said in a trembling voice. “Bree is very suspicious. She’s starting to go over the edge, Bobby. You don’t know her. She’s fragile—like glass. If she breaks….”
    â€œYeah?” Bobby asked, tilting the can up and taking another long drink.
    â€œIf she breaks, she could do
anything,
” Samantha said breathlessly.
    â€œAnything?” Bobby replied.
    â€œAnything,” Samantha whispered.

chapter 13
Crime Spree
    â€œ
S amantha—whoa! Stop!” Bobby screamed.
    Samantha tossed her head back, laughing gleefully.
    â€œI mean it!” Bobby cried. “Pull over! Let me drive!”
    â€œNo way!” she shouted over the roar of the car engine. Her window was down. The air blew her hair wildly out from her head. Her eyes sparked with excitement.
    Houses and trees whirred past in a dark blur. A car horn blared angrily as Samantha spun onto Division Street without checking the oncoming traffic.
    â€œI bet you!” she screamed. “I bet you I can drive to the mall without stopping once!”
    â€œYou’re crazy!” Bobby told her, shutting his eyes.
    Horns honked. Bobby thought he heard a police siren start up behind them.
    â€œMy car!” he cried. “You’re going to wreck my car!”
    She laughed and swerved into the left lane, cuttingoff an enormous truck. She swept a hand back through her wild, tangled hair.
    â€œPlease!” Bobby begged.
    â€œI love it when you’re frightened!” she cried, pressing her foot harder on the gas pedal. The red Bonneville shot forward, bursting up to a stop sign. Bobby heard a squeal of tires as a car in the intersection swerved to avoid them.
    â€œI thought you were supposed to be so cool!” Samantha taunted him, her eyes glowing excitedly.
    â€œYou—you’re crazy!” he cried.
    She hit the brake hard to turn into the mall. The car nearly spun all the way around. Bobby heard another car squeal to a stop. Horns blared.
    Samantha tossed her head back again in triumphant laughter. “We made it! All the way without stopping! I win the bet!”
    Bobby swallowed hard. His heart felt as if it were clogging his throat. His stomach was knotted into a hard, tight rock.
    Her windblown hair wild about her face, Samantha pulled Bobby’s car into a narrow parking space and cut the engine. She turned to him and grinned. “Well? Are you impressed?”
    Bobby uttered an angry cry. “What if we had crashed into something?” he demanded shrilly. “What if the police had stopped us? Do you have any idea of how much trouble you’d be in? They’d take your driver’s license away!”
    â€œNo, they wouldn’t,” Samantha assured him calmly, pushing open the car door. “I don’t have a driver’s license.”
    *   *   *
    Bobby calmed down a bit as he and Samantha made their usual Saturday night tour of the mall. He realized he had blown his image by shrieking at her in the car.
    But he didn’t care. After all, it
was
his car she was trying to wreck, he decided. And she could’ve easily gotten them both killed.
    Didn’t she care about her own life? he wondered. Was excitement so important to Samantha that she’d risk her life—and his—to get it?
    Heavy thoughts, Bobby told himself.
    She’s just totally nuts, he decided. Maybe I should break up with Samantha and keep going with Bree. It would certainly be a lot safer.
    â€œDid you break up with Bree last night?” Samantha asked as if reading his thoughts.
    The question caught him by surprise. “Uh—well …”
    They were sitting across from each other in a red vinyl booth at Pete’s Pizza. The