chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

twenty one ・❥・ shut up and drive

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Lolas pov...

I didn't want to cause a scene, didn't want Mon to know that I knew the guy in the green car- that I knew Brian O'Connor, another lie that had left his lips.

I didn't want to cause a scene because I didn't want her to know that I knew him, that he was someone from my past. I had kept my lips sealed on who I was, nobody knew I was Lola Toretto, to them I was Lola Baby, a devil in the streets. Nobody other than Tej knew who I was, nobody knew about my past- my old life no longer existed to me.

It was the only reason I walked over to his car and got in, even though I was simmering with rage, even though I wanted to be nowhere near him, even though I wanted to explode.

"Shut up and drive." I hissed.

With my balled up fists on my lap, I had to force deep breaths to help restrain myself from slamming my fist into his face. I wanted nothing to do with him.

I forced my eyes on the road ahead of me as we sped through the streets of Florida. But the longer I sat beside him, the more I questioned why I didn't run the second I saw him. He knew Monica, she knew him on a name basis, and he was driving about with her. He was tangling himself up in my life and it was suffocating me.

It was as if I was watching a movie I had already seen before- as if history was repeating itself.

It took everything in me to keep my lips closed and my eyes locked on the road ahead.

I had questions, many, but none would be said to him. I couldn't trust a word that left his lips, couldn't trust him not to lie to me.

I wanted a simple journey, I wanted to forget about the questions, to forget about him and think about nothing. But I could feel his eyes on me, and I hated that. His foot pressed down harder on the gas, forcing us faster through traffic. And even though we were speeding, I could still feel his eyes watching me.

"Eyes on the road, playboy."

"Why?" He shot back, and stupidly, I turned to face him. "You think we're gonna crash?"

My eyes were locked onto his. It took everything in me not to scowl at him. He meant nothing to me, I couldn't look at him with hatred, even though I felt it in every inch of my body. I had to show him that he meant nothing to me, that there wasn't a single emotion of mine he could bring out.

"I haven't decided yet." I muttered back coolly.

With his eyes still on me, his lips flattened into a line and a blank expression was on his face as he slammed his foot down on the gas. I refused to take my eyes off of him, to give in, to look away first.

We were fucking flying down the road, and he wasn't looking at where the hell he was going, he was looking at me. There was a silent challenge in his eyes, one telling me to back down, one trying to get through to me.

Deafening silence filled the air, the car shook beneath me, the wind whipped around my hair. But my eyes still stayed on him, and his still stayed on me. I hated him, I truly did so fucking much.

Suddenly, his foot slammed on the break and we came to a stop, and a stupid laugh fell from my lips. It echoed in the air for a second, and a hint of a grin lifted on his lips. But as quickly as it slipped out, I slammed my lips closed and his grin fell.

"He did the "stare and drive" on you, didn't he?" The guy from the purple car suddenly yelled as he pulled up beside us. "He got that from me."

I didn't ask who the guy driving the other car was, didn't ask how he knew him or how they knew Monica. Silently, I looked away, pretending as if what happened moments before didn't happen.