Isaiah gets in the car and buckles the seat. I sneak a sideways glance at him before turning the engine over and pulling out. My CD player spurs to life shuffling on a Donna's track that my mother used to worship, being the feminist she was. Isaiah raises and eyebrow at me.
"What?" I say after the period of time that is socially acceptable to stare at someone comes and goes.
"The Donna's?... Really?" He asked, incredulously.
"Don't you fucking dare dis the Donna's" I say, pulling a scowl on to my face and turning back to the road.
He chuckles and my face turns hot with anger. I smack his arm before putting it back at ten and two. He rubs the spot i just hit. "Owwww, that hurt" he whimpers.
I nod and replace the scowl with a smirk. "Good, don't screw with my music choices"
"Noted" he mumbles before reaching for the volume button and turning it up.
I know, i know, it's short but i haven't had time to do anything else. I've had this one for quite some time, just haven't finalized it yet. SO hear you go.
YOU ARE READING
exerts
Romancesmall ideas that happen to pop in my mind. tell me what you think. some are going to be rated r, some are gonna be pg. I will give you a warning
