Time

☂ Chapter 4: You are so weird

A/N: CTTO of the picture above. Not mine.

☂Raven's POV

"Let's go, I need some decent coffee. I was planning to fill you in on everything anyway," he said, extending his hand with a casual confidence that belied the weight of his words. I took it, and in an instant, we were standing outside the car.

Without moment of hesitation, I smacked him on the head. "For what?" he snapped, his brows furrowing in that way that made it clear he was two seconds away from losing his patience, again.

"Try to act human and give me a warning before you do that," I shot back, more out of habit than anything else. I opened the driver's side door, while he muttered something under his breath and reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat. As I was about to get in, my phone rang. I paused, glancing down at the screen, Drake. My head suddenly felt heavy. Of course, he was calling now, just when everything was starting to become chaotic.

"I'll meet you there. I just need to talk to someone," I said, still holding the phone, my mind racing. Drake had probably heard about what happened to my father by now. I could already picture the conversation, the concern in his voice, the questions I didn't have answers to. I stood there for a moment, lost in thought, when suddenly Five's hand appeared in front of my face, snapping his fingers. 

"Just answer the damn phone," he said, his tone laced with the same impatience I'd seen countless times before. He buckled his seatbelt, waiting for me to make a move.

I considered it, staring at the screen, but instead, I declined the call and slid into the driver's seat. Five's eyes were on me, sharp and questioning. "What?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant as I fastened my seatbelt and started the engine.

He narrowed his eyes, studying me for a second before shrugging. "Where to?"

"Griddy's," he said. I nodded and drove off, the silence between us is thick with unspoken questions.

As we drive across the streets, I decided to cut to the chase. "So, spill it," I said, my tone leaving no room for deflection. I didn't have time for small talk; I needed answers, now. But Five just stared out the window, his eyes tracking the passing buildings as if they held the secrets he wasn't ready to share.

Damn it, this person could be, no, always infuriating. "Hey, kid, spill it," I said, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

He scoffed, finally turning to face me, a scowl etched on his young-old face. "Really? Kid?" The way he said it, you'd think I'd insulted him on a deep, personal level. But the truth was, I needed to get under his skin a little. Anything to break through that wall of silence.

I shrugged, waiting him out. "Look, you can either start talking, or I'll start driving us in circles until you do," I threatened, my eyes flicking between him and the road ahead.

He rolled his eyes, but there was a flicker of amusement there too. "We need to be on solid ground when I tell you," he said, adjusting his schoolboy tie, his voice tinged with a seriousness that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. "Don't want to get killed on my first day back."