"Turn left at corner of street." Xavier flicked on the turning signal at the command of the GPS, and waited for the car to come to the corner. We’ve been driving around for a few hours, and it was getting dark out since we left Xavier’s apartment around seven.
“Why did we have to leave so late? Why couldn’t we just go tomorrow morning at around dawn or something?” Xavier whined endlessly, each of his complaints hammering into my already aching head.
“Shut. Up,” I hissed between my clenched teeth.
“But now I have to be driving around at midnight-”
“Put the damn thing in auto-drive then!”
“This car doesn’t have that yet. I haven’t updated it since-”
“Then let me drive! Just shut up,” I felt like just knocking him out then pulling his unconscious body to the back of the car, but he already stopped the car when I began preparing an efficient way to pull him backwards without getting us into a car crash.
“Fine. Fine,” Xavier stomped out of car and hauled me out by my forearm. He stuffed his body into the passenger seat and clicked on the seatbelt.
I walked over to the driver’s seat and sat, then after a second of staring at the steering wheel, I clicked on the seatbelt myself. I put my hands around the steering wheel and continued to stare at it.
“You have no clue how to drive, do you.” Xavier’s blunt words weren’t a question.
“Nope.” I continued to stare at the steering wheel, as if it would give me the knowledge of how to drive.
“And if I explained it to you, you still wouldn’t know what to do, right.” Again, it wasn’t a question.
“I would feel insulted, but I know it’s true. So what’s the point.” I sighed heavily, then slumped my body against the seat. “Why don’t you drive for a few more hours, then we’ll stop by a motel or something until we get enough sleep? Could you do that? Or will your little brain explode?” I was already getting out of the driver’s seat when I heard Xavier take off his seatbelt and climb the seat.
“I’m teaching you how to drive. I don’t care how long it takes, I’m teaching you how to drive.” I passed Xavier behind the car just as he said this. “I am not going to be-”
Out of nowhere, I grabbed his arms and stared right into his eyes. “I thought I was clear before. Shut up.” I paused and drew my eyebrows together, a sudden curiosity itching my brain. “How old are you, anyways?”
Xavier stared back into my eyes. “Guess.”
“Twenty-two?” I let go of his arms and then crossed my own over my chest.
“No.
“Twenty?”
“Nope.”
“Twenty-one, then.”
“Yup. Satisfied?” Wind began to pick up around us and spun the ends of Xavier’s hair, tossing it around playfully. My own hair twirled around at the top of my head like a bunch of untrained ballerinas. It blew into my eyes and forced me to blink them away furiously. Attractive, I know.
I shook my head, trying to fix my hair, but it ended up only getting worse.
“Wait, wait, stop it. This is getting pathetic.” Xavier leaned over and began to flick my hair back and forth. In a matter of seconds, my hair was in place.
“Thanks," I said in an epty voice. I turned away and kept walking to the passenger side of the car, not stopping or saying much else.
Xavier drove for two more hours for which we arrived in a motel in Albuquerque. Xavier parked the car near the back, then slouched against the seat, half asleep.
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World War Four
AzioneMeet Chrissy Staris, eighteen year old prisoner since the day she was born. Though confined to a small cell, she isn't about to let the men have their idiotic ways, no. She breaks out of the facility to start another revolution, one that this time w...
