We're halfway to our destination, only two hours have passed. I've decided that we will stop at an auto-grill to buy something to eat and go to the bathroom.
We were silent all the time, except when Helen hummed the songs on the radio that she knew. I didn't mind, I couldn't have endured a two hour drive while Helen spit on me all the shit she could.
"If you have to go to the bathroom, now or never," I tell her as I put the handbrake on, and get out of the car.
Once outside, I lock it and go to the bar to get two bottles of water and some cigarettes. I don't smoke regularly, only in stressful situations, and I predict that today and tomorrow will be two very heavy days.
I'm leaning against my door lighting a cigarette when Helen comes back from the bathroom and joins me.
She looks at me with a confused expression. "You smoke?" she asks me.
I blow out the smoke by tilting my head back. "Sometimes when I feel stressed."
She raises her eyebrows and blinks slowly and over and over again. "Oh, then I see you're stressed out...do you want to tell me why?" As if you don't know.
I roll my eyes and blow smoke in her face. "Fuck you, Helen."
She coughs and pushes me from the chest. "Asshole."
Once her breathing subsides, she raises her chin, looks at me and says, "You haven't told me where we're going yet."
"I know," I reply flatly. "You wanted to come at all costs, now you pay the consequences, that's how it works."
She narrows her eyes and curls her lips slightly. "You'll pay for it, you moody asshole and nothing else." She goes around the car and gets on the passenger side.
She just makes me laugh at what she just said. She thinks she's dangerous, but she's just an angry cutie pie.
She's taking a four hour car trip just because she's jealous, cute of her, really.
But what she said before has pissed me off to death. Her words were so similar to my father's...if she kept talking I don't know what would have happened.
That's why I'm not going to tell her the truth about Madison until she figures it out on her own, and that's why I told her those mean things in my turn, before we left. I just wanted to hurt her like she did me, using poisonous words.
I throw the cigarette butt on the ground, put it out with my black converse and get in the car.
"Are you ready for another two hours of trip?" I ask, just to inform her that there is still a long way to go.
She turns to me and opens her eyes wide. "Two more hours?! God, Harry, will you tell me where the hell are we going at least?"
I shake my head. "Seat-belt, sweetie," I tell her sarcastically, and she fastens it.
"I hate you," she tells me.
"I bet you hate me even when I make you cum, am I wrong?"
She looks at me in disbelief at what I just said and shakes her head. "You are unbelievable, really."
"I know, baby," I reply with an cocky grin on my face. Oh fuck, old Harry Davis is back!
"You're still the same, you haven't changed a bit," she says, but this time her tone is detached.
"So it seems" is the last thing I say, Helen sighs, resigned, and she rests her head on the window closing her eyes.
We remain silent for the next half hour, until she snorts and asks me how long till we get there.
"Another hour and a half," I reply.
I see her roll her eyes and then take out her cell phone from her bag. "Can I put my songs on?"
I nod my head yes. "As you want."
She connects her phone to the car via Bluetooth, and an Ariana Grande song—of course—makes our ears ring. God, this girl is obsessed with Ariana.
The song is called 34 + 35. What the hell of title is it? Absurd.
Helen starts singing—but not like she did before, singing softly, now she sings as she should.
I don't pay attention to the lyrics, but then at the chorus I hear "Fuck me 'til the daylight".
I widen my eyes and turn a second to Helen who's vibin' with the song.
"Helen, what the fuck is this song?" I ask her, and she bursts out laughing.
"Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it..." she continues to sing.
I shake my head. "It's embarrassing, really," I say, but I find it hard to hold back a laugh.
Meanwhile the song is almost over.
"Means I wanna 69 with you..." are the last words she sings and then bursts into laughter.
"Ah... 35 + 35 = 69. Now I get it," I say speaking to myself.
"Sure, what could it have meant otherwise?"
I shrug. "What the fuck do I know, only you and Ariana Grande with your perverted minds can think such a thing."
"Oh...right. You don't have a perverted mind, no," he jokes.
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Unexpected
Teen Fiction*English version* Helen Scott's life has never been complicated. Her parents are nice people, they both have well-paying jobs and love their daughter unconditionally. Helen has good grades, many passions and a powerful character. She is a beautiful...
