SINS (Completed)

KILL ME

"Are these your answer sheets from this semester exam?"

I snatch the bundle of sheets from his hold with a jerk, and he raises his eyebrows. I need to review my paper and I don't need him destroying them before I get a chance. Also, because uhm- I particularly don't want him seeing my Math score. It doesn't help either that the one subject he had to be damn good in, was Math.

"Tell me Tessa, did you flunk Math?" He asks arrogantly with a smirk and I narrow my eyes at him. There.

"None of your business." I already feel drained and depressed, and he wants to talk Math.

"That explains your mood." He mutters dryly and then goes on to straighten the front mirror.

"I passed, like of course I passed. Onto the topic of explanations, I believe you are expected to act on it. Because I'm sitting here in your car, and you wouldn't say a word of what we're doing. But you'll obsess over your mirror which is perfectly straight." I huff out with an aggravated throw of my hands into the air.

After Hardin threatening me of carrying me all the way over his shoulders, I decided to use my own legs instead because I know he'll do it. He's mental like that.

Also, since I don't specifically have anything lined up today, I thought I can give it a go. After all, we're on a pit break and we don't have to acknowledge that we're Tessa and Hardin. I could use a distraction.

But-

I don't trust Hardin in the slightest, not even in my hallucinations. For all I know he's going to drive off a cliff and leave me alone in a gorge to die; which may be an exaggeration, but that's the point.

"You know sometimes I get confused, about whom to feel sorry about, you or Redston to have to bear the other. But then no, you two are absolutely made for each other."

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, and then goes on to push off the sleeves of his black t-shirt to his elbows.

Was it something I said? I don't understand why he reacts so unnaturally to the most natural of questions. A normal person would ask them, and another normal person would answer them. But right, Hardin Scott is normal. And I'm Gigi Hadid.

I don't even have the energy to shape up a worthy reply to that. I just want to pass out due to my own negative aura.

"Hardin, I'm really not- WHAT THE FUC-"

I get pushed back into my seat, as the engine roars to life with a murderous suddenness and bolts forward at a raging speed; so high that I get whiplash. My eyes revolve a full 360 inside my head and my lungs deflate into vacuum.

I dart my eyes to him as a loud shriek escapes my mouth but he sits unfazed with a cool smile on his face.

"You-"

I reach out my hand to smack him on the head, but he glides his hand on the wheel making a sharp abrupt turn. I fall on the window towards my side of the vehicle, bumping my arm. The car drifts sideways on the road uncontrollably with a deafening screech and the tires skid, the sensation of it all crawling upto my bones.

Oh god I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

I blink repeatedly, and gasp out of a mouth wide open in shock and terror. I sit up straight, my nerves running haywire and my heart boxing dangerously in my ears. The first thing I do, is fumble with the seatbelt and secure it against my body tightly.

"What in the name of God-God-ashwis-shzzs-" A never ending blast of wind slaps me on the face, my hair scattering all over my face, blocking my vision.