Complete Undoing

EIGHT

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TILLY

"Just letting you know I trust you even less now that I know you're prone to violence." I glare at him from the passenger seat and cross my arms.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but most people are, in fact, prone to it." He glances at me for a moment, and his attention goes back towards the road. "I just have a better handle on it than most."

"Says the one with blood still dripping from his face." I scoff.

"Awe, is Tilly Carson worried about little ol' me?" He grins.

"No, she's not. In fact, you can bleed out and be knocking on death's door, and she won't bat an eye."

"You wound me, sweetheart." His voice drops, "but you can't lie for shit. I saw the worry on your face as soon as my name left that mouth." He grips the stirring wheel, "plus you looked like you were about to faint after I got hit."

"Blood makes me queezy," I shrug, staring out the window.

"More like seeing me bleed made you queezy."

I turn facing him, "Are you really that delusional?"

Ignoring me, he reaches for the glove department and takes out a few tissues. "You're not seriously going to try and clean your face while you're driving?"

He wipes the blood, smearing it until some of it goes away. "It started to make my face irritated."

"Now you know how I feel." I mumble, and I get flunged back into the seat as he speeds forward, and I grab the 'oh shit' handle.

"Slow down!"

"No need to frit tiny. I'm an exceptionally good driver. You're in good hands."

He's psychotic, fucking mental.

I roll my eyes, "You're full of it."

He smirks, "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Nope, I'm good."

"What's your favorite color?" He changes the subject, surprising me by the question.

Fine, I can entertain him. There's nothing better to do while we're going to bum fuck nowhere. "Purple."

"Really? You don't peg me for a purple girl."

"What did I peg you for?"

He ponders on it before he speaks, "like a pinkish type. But not the basic pink, more so like the pink that colors the sky as the sun sets."

I gape at him.

"What?"

Shaking my head, I say, "Nothing." Then we sit and ride in silence until I speak again, "so.. What's yours?" I nonchalantly ask.

"I don't have one."

I gasp, "What? Everyone has a favorite color."

"Not me. What's your favorite song?"

"Well, it changes a lot, but recently, it's been slow dancing in the dark by Joji."

"Never heard of it."

"Really?"

He nods and hands me his phone, "Play it."

I slowly take his phone and go to YouTube and type it in.

We listen to it in silence, and I take the time to look out the window to see the shops outside of campus pass by us.

I'm getting blindsided by him, and I have no idea how to escape it.