BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings

0.3 | the wonder twins

"Mascara running down her little Bambi eyes! Lana, how I hate those guys!" Aria sings at the top of her lungs as she drives out the school gates. "This is what makes us girls!" The music is blasting through the speakers, with the windows rolled down and passing cars stealing glances.

"Aria can you please turn down the music, or at least roll up your window." Michael yells, slouching down into the seat to avoid further embarrassment. "People are looking."

She's not listening. The girl is in the zone. It's Friday, she's done with school and it's the weekend. The week has not been a fun one, mainly because she had a biology test earlier – on Monday – and she found out she got a three. It was one of the option topics for the paper three.

What sucks is she thought she did good. She answered every question, got at least one mark on each one, but got a fucking three. It could potentially bring down her entire grade average. That one three might bring her five down to a four.

To be fair, Aria doesn't care much about biology. It's not a class she focuses on compared to Geography and Global Politics, math is ranked higher than her science.

Michael reaches over to turn down the music, bringing the girl out of her daze. "Hey! What'd you do that for?" Turning the corner towards the usual route home.

"You're driving, I'd much rather you be present when we're on the road." Michael says, "Anyways, what's the plan for tonight?"

He's referring to going out to see Ashton's band perform. The two haven't talked about it since the morning, and Michael needs a refresher on what exactly they're going to do.

"Well, I'm going to stop by my house first, I need to pack my bag; get my retainer, toothbrush, clothes. We can hang out there until my dad comes home, then we can go to yours." She explains, having thought everything out during her biology class.

It's a well thought out plan, with times, places, and everything. Aria likes to be organized when it comes to this sort of stuff.

"Once we're at yours, I can drop off my stuff, we can get changed and whatnot. Then I'm hoping at around five-thirty or six, we can drive into the city and hang around there for two hours until Ashton's band plays."

Aria takes the first exit – to her left – of the roundabout, getting closer to home.

"His set is around thirty to forty minutes, we hang around for an extra twenty to catch up, and by – hopefully – nine-fifteen we're on our way home." She finishes her explanation, "Hopefully, we'll be back at yours by nine-fifty, maybe ten."

"Ten!" Michael questions, "Aria! I thought the whole point of you having a car and being able to drive meant that we could stay out longer."

"Michael, I do not like driving at night, and as a seventeen-year-old girl, it's not as safe for me to be out so late." She says, "It's not like we're driving around the suburbs, we're going out to the city, I don't care how safe this place might be, I always have to be cautious."

The truth is, the girl could be in the safest city or country in the world and she'll still be vigilant. She'll still look over her shoulder to see if someone is following her, she still won't be out alone at night.

There are things that Michael can't possibly understand. Yes, she punched Luke today, but is that good enough for self-defense? Can she possibly defend herself from a much taller, and stronger person?

Or maybe this is an instance of a girl being dramatic.

Either way, Aria is not taking any chances. Her mother has taught her better.