Kissing Habits.

18. Into The Deep

Chapter Eighteen
Into The Deep

"FUCK NO," THEODORA GRUNTED, PUSHING HER WAY INTO THE DRIVER'S SEAT. "You guys have already caused enough trouble. I'm driving."

But Max kept her ground, clutching the keys to Billy's car even tighter.

"And I have a license."

This was what got her. With a scowl and a scoff, she tossed the keys through the open driver's side window, and folded into the back seat, cramped up with Camila, Dustin, Lucas, and an unconscious, bloody Steve Harrington.

From shotgun (which he'd called before anyone else had even thought about getting in the car), Mike spun around and stuck his tongue out at her, which earned him a rude, yet playful, hand gesture.

In the back, Camila was sweating, although she wasn't sure whether it was her nerves, or being stuck there with a bunch of stinky pre-teens. Probably a fair share of both. She held an ice pack carefully to the side of Steve's head, where Billy had smashed the plate over him, and had begun to form a goosebump.

Head in her lap, Steve began to stir, his purple-rimmed eyes beginning to carefully blink open. He gave a groan, and Camila looked down at him, other hand finding his cheek.

"Hey, hey," she muttered softly. "You okay?"

Not replying, he brought a hand up to feel his wounds, the untreated bruises and blood littering his skin. "No, no," Camila advised, however, peeling his hand away. "Don't touch it."

With a hum, Dustin beside her glanced down at the man, who'd been lain across all of them in the back, which only caused them to cramp up even more. "Hey, buddy," he smiled, chucking slightly. "You put up a good fight, man. I mean, he kicked your ass, but you were a good sport about it. You're okay."

From the front, Mike piped up to Theo. "You're gonna keep straight for half a mile, then make a turn left on Mt. Sinai." His eyes were glued to a map in his hands.

"Where are we..?" The half-conscious teen slurred from the back, bruised hand gripping the passenger's seat to lift him up. His neck craned around the car. "Are we... in a car?"

Swerve!

"How fast are we going!?"

Laughing nervously, Theodora kept up her pace. "Looks like our patient is awake! The speed we're going doesn't matter to you right now." Her eyes glanced at the metre. A number with more digits than the speed limit advised, let's say that.

Relentlessly, she shoved her foot down on the pedal, and the car whipped faster through the rainy night. The action, of which, sent Steve into a frenzy.

"Hey! Hey! Too fast!" He exclaimed, flailing around in the back, where the others tried to calm him. "You're gonna crash and kill the kids!"

"Shut up!" Theo barked back. "I know what I'm doing, just... chill the fuck out! You're distracting me."

In the heat of the lively exchange, the driver wasn't properly focusing on the road, and Mike had to shout; "Left on Mt. Sinai! Make a left!"

Working as quick as possible, tyres screeching deafeningly against the ground, Theodora spun the steering wheel, sending everybody flying to the side.