"What are you doing?"
You glanced at Matt from the corner of your eye, your hand on the radio dials of the car. Although his eyes were hidden behind his glasses and his eyes were focused on the road, he somehow managed to catch your motions and it irritated you.
"I'm changing the station?" You gave him a confused look. "I don't know why you listen to this weird stations, but-"
"First of all-" Matt's hands turned the wheel to guide his car over the curve of the road. "This isn't a radio station, it's my Spotify playlist. I put Bluetooth in her. Secondly-"
"Her?" You repeated, twisting your whole body to look at him. "You gave your car a gender? You're that guy?"
Matt gave you a glance, the glare obvious in his eyes behind his sunglasses. He turned his attention back to the road. "Secondly-" He ignored her comment as his right hand adjusted the gear stick. "Driver picks the music"
You frowned and settled back into the seat, crossing your arms. "So we have to listen to Justin Bieber for the entire drive, yeah?"
"Not the entire drive" He turned on his signal before checking to change lanes. You looked at him, your eyes focused on the strained muscles in his neck.
"Great" you exhaled and pressed your head into the seat's headrest, closing your eyes as Justin Bieber's voice played through the speaker.
"You know, maybe you should try to sleep" he said, his voice filled with irritation. "I think you'll be in a better mood after a nap"
You crossed your arms over your chest. "Don't tell me what to do" you closed your eyes again, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. Being in the car with Matt, already gave you. A throbbing headache and you were only on the road less than two hours. Sleeping will probably be the only way you would survive it.
Your phone vibrated in your lap, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked down at the screen, biting your lip when you see the name on the screen. You opened your phone quickly, reading the message.
Clyde: Hey, what are you doing tonight? Wanna grab some dinner?
"What's wrong?"
"What?" You snapped your head back up, looking at Matt. He was watching you from the corner of his eye, watching your movements and it was annoying.
Matt was either oblivious to your annoyance or he chose to ignore it. "I asked what's wrong. You have a weird look on your face" He tapped the gear shift. "Is everything okay? Is it Grace and Lisa?"
"No it's just-" you looked down at your phone, fingers over the keyboard as you debated a reply in your head. "It's no one"
Matt snorted, a short noise that grated your nerves. "I don't buy that for a second"
"It's no one to you" you rephrased, looking back at your phone. "My personal life is none of your business"
You: I'm sorry I can't! I caught a last minute ride to New York. Maybe when I'm back?
"Personal life, huh?" Matt clicked tongue and the noise is more irritating. "What, you can't talk to me about who you're sleeping with?"
His remark hit you like a shot to the chest and you sputtered, struggling to form a response. "I-were not-" You cleared your throat and avoided his gaze. "We're not like that. We've just..been on a few dates. Nothing official"
"You don't have to be official to sleep with them, do you?" He lifted his hand from the stick to fix his glasses. "If you don't want to date him-"
"I didn't say that" you cut over him, giving him a cold glare. "He's very nice-"
