Daggers of love

chapter 36

So, there we were, driving down the highway at whatever miles per hour preparing for the road trip of our lives. The sun was pretty much set and the temp was perfect, not too cold for me to be wearing a short, spaghetti strap dress. Since there was six of us in a five-seater car, some interesting seating arrangements where made. Saya was driving and Marcus was in the front next to her, while the rest of us where squished into the back. willie on the left, maria in the middle and billy on the right. So where was I? I hear you asking. Well, I was squished in front of everyone in the back, sitting across the floor. wait Y/n don't you mean on the floor? NO! I mean across the floor. I was sitting behind Saya, Infront of billy, with my legs stretched out all the way across the flooring of the car, my feet meeting with willies. Was it uncomfortable? Fuck yeah, everything cramped and everything was in pain. The worst part of it was I didn't bring any drinks with me.

We've been on the road for a while now, conversations came and went, laughs where shared as well as cigarettes, willie even struck up a convo with me about my daggers. Even though he acts like a dick, he's quite a nice guy. I will be honest, I zoned out after that conversation, there was nothing else to talk about so I started thinking about what's going to happen once we reach Vegas.

Drinking, gambling, overall having a fun time. I don't know why willie or maria are coming, I mean other than willie being friends with Marcus, I can't actually think of a reason why they're in this car with us. Saya's here in case Marcus fucks up, she will be in trouble regardless so coming really doesn't matter. But maria... why is she here? I'm hoping its just because Saya's coming, if I'm being honest, I sense nothing but bad coming from that girl, And not the good kind of bad either. There's no doubt she left without telling chico, hell he's probably following us. As long as she doesn't do anything stupid with any of the boys here, we should be fine. Or girls, I don't know what she's into.

"What do you think about that Y/n?" I hear Saya ask from the driver's seat.

"Huh?" I question, breaking out of my dissociation.

"About what Marcus said" she stated, causing me to give a confused look.

"What did Marcus say?" I question back, my eyes catching Marcus as he turns back to talk to me from his seat.

"I do this thing after I'm around people" he began, "where I overanalyse every interaction to see where I went wrong, who I offended." I look down with a smile, this poor baby. "I sit up all night, worrying I didn't catch the right cues or I said the wrong things."

"Some might call that socially retarted, isn't that right y/n" Saya joked, causing Marcus to pull a face at her while I let out a small laugh.

"Some might, but I call that a basic anxiety disorder." I start, lifting my finger to the air like a cartoon teacher. "Probably something you developed from the orphanage, or getting bullied when you were younger and being too stupid to understand why you were being bullied." Marcus looks at me, eyebrows raised and mixture of offence and amusement plastered on his face. He turns back to the front; I could be wrong but his cheeks looked a little red.

"Ouch, she just read you like a book." Billy added, passing a cigarette to maria.

"Human interaction is just a manipulation dance." Marcus starts up again, "a way for people to get what they want from each other." I raise my eyebrow at him, curious about what he's saying. I mean he's not wrong, but I'm curious to see where he goes with this. "Popular people. They are just the best liars."

"It gives people a reason not the act like assholes." I state casually, playing with the hem of my dress. Marcus turns back to look at me, a devilish smile on his face.

"you're an asshole." He says with a laugh. I raise me brows and open my mouth, trying to act offended but ultimately failing.

"I am the most well-adjusted person in this car thank you verry much." I get out, managing to hold my laughter till the verry end.