Remedy (H.S.)

88

Alexa Simmons

"Go!... Faster... Turn left... The other left!... Breaks!... Oh my God! He's fucking useless."

Harry was laughing hard while I tried to teach my brother how to drive. He supposedly had already learnt from the so-called teacher and now he was just warming up before he would race against the other kids but the little shit didn't even know how to turn left or right without crashing into the wall

"Baby, by screaming you succeed nothing." Harry managed to say between laughs. "I definitely succeed more than their teacher and-"

One second!

I moved my attention from Dustin for one fucking second and he already was about to crash on the wall. It was too late for a manoeuvre and considering that he knew nothing about driving he couldn't do anything to save himself.

"Breaks! The fucking breaks! And use the fucking wheel. It exists for a fucking reason!"

Too late. He crashed.

I covered my eyes with my hands and shook my head dramatically. "Oh, my dear God! My brother is a future street hazard! He's going to become a serial killer just because he's useless at driving!"

By now Harry was laughing so hard that he had placed both of his hands over his stomach and struggled to breathe. I honestly had no idea what he found so funny but it made me happy to see him so cheerful and laugh genuinely. His whole face lit up and it made him look even more beautiful than he already was.

Dustin got out of the mini vehicle and walked to us. She had already removed the helmet. "I think I took this one turn the wrong way." And I snapped. "You think? Only this one turn? Are you fucking kidding me? You got literally no turn right. That's the worst driving I've ever seen!"

Dustin looked offended by my words but it wasn't my fault he couldn't stand honesty. He turned to Harry, who had just started containing his laughter. "Was it really the bad?" Harry nodded as a response. "It was bad."

Dustin huffed in frustration. "Fuck it! I suck at this." I opted to ignore the fact that he used the word 'fuck' since I did the same all the time. "You have to practice but first you have to actually be taught."

"I am taught."

"You're not." Both me and Harry said in unison. He huffed in annoyance and sat on a step. "And you know any better?"

Did he seriously just say that?

"Yes, doofus! On official, legal, races I only lost once but I was still on the podium. I was second with a 0.5-second difference. I could be in F1 Academy. I could be in NASCAR. I was in NASCAR and I would still be there if I had money. Hence, I know how to drive pretty fucking well and so does Harry who is the only other person that managed to defeat me."

Dustin turned to Harry who tried really hard not to burst into laughing again because of how bad of a driver my brother was. "Come on, man! Defend me! You're the good one in this relationship." Harry raised his eyebrow and gave an 'Are you serious?' look.

"Dustin, I walk around armed. I'm the boss in a gang. I'm one of the biggest drug and arms dealers in the whole fucking America. You honestly think that I'm the good one in this relationship?"

Dustin thought about it for a second but, even though he knew he was wrong, he refused to admit it.

Yes, he was definitely my brother.

"Yes, but you're Alexa's boyfriend. Her friends are drug dealers or dating drug dealers and her ex was in jail for two years because he was accused of mass homicide. What does that say about her, huh? Let's also not forget that she killed a person."