Revenge Is Sweet

23 - Yonderly

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

I grin, bouncing with excitement as I slip behind the wheel. Greyson sighs a little deeply and reaches over to get me situated.

"Buckle."

I scoff at that. "You never buckle."

"Sophia."

I groan, but I reach behind me and grab the seatbelt to strap it across my chest. Greyson nods.

He doesn't buckle up. I scowl at him.

"Okay. Press the gas to get us to move." Greyson orders. I shift a little and look down, pressing the one I think is the gas.

I smile when we start moving. I don't know why, but I thought it'd be harder to make the car move.

"Try to keep your foot steady. If you hold it to heavy, we're going to go too fast."

My eyebrows furrow when I realize we're moving forward, but to the side too. I turn the wheel quickly before I can hit the ditch on the side of the road.

"Shit," I whisper, gasping when we start to swerve. It's like a domino effect.

"Relax," Greyson reaches over to help me with the wheel. He stops the panic swerve and gets me straight again. "You're going to veer away from the middle occasionally. Just move the wheel a little bit to the middle."

I take a deep breath and try to do as he says, moving the wheel just slightly every now and then when I think we're away from the middle. "Okay." I breathe, nodding to myself.

"Now, faster. We're going five miles an hour."

I scoff and glance at him. "Ten." I correct.

"Faster." He coaxes on a hum. I shake my head, but I drop my foot more.

The car jerks when I do. We immediately start speeding down the road. My eyes widen and the wheel swerves around anymore.

"Grey," I call, panicking. It all moves too quick and too easily.

"Ease up, ease up." He orders, reaching over to grab the wheel for me. Quickly, I take my foot off the gas completely and slam my foot on the brake to get us to stop.

I almost hit my head on the wheel when we jerk to a stop. I let out a heavy breath, horrified.

Greyson grimaces at the sound the brakes make when I hit them too hard.

"I don't want to do this anymore." I decide, keeping my foot on the brake and looking over at him.

Greyson fights off the grimace to smile at me. "You had it, Soph. Quit psyching yourself out." He chuckles. "Come on, honey. You can do it."

"No, I can't." I argue and quickly shake my head. I am going to crash his car.

"You can." Greyson hums. He reaches over to put us in park while I have my foot on the brake. "Okay, I'll help you." He offers.

Greyson starts leaning in to unbuckle me. Before I know it, he's grabbing my hips to slide me up onto his lap.

I groan when he does. "No, I want to stop." I argue. "This is stupid—I don't need to be on your lap."