He and She

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Driving was yet another thing I enjoyed. Each time, it's like the first time. Basically, the first time was when I was sixteen. Yeah, sixteen I know . . . A little too young, but what's the fun if you don't rebel a bit when it is actually time to rebel. So, I had yet again snuck out at night to meet up with the new peeps in town. They were bike racers and car racers, but racers. You get the picture, right? So I being me, I seized the opportunity to . . . you know . . . perfect my skills about driving, like drifts and other cool stuffs they did. Typical Fast and Furious set up and scene. That night was full of fun and surprises. Hmmmm . . . Those were the golden days . . . You know when you could sneak out just for the fun and the thrill of it. Knowing that once you are back home, you would either go to bed tiptoeing or you would get caught and would have to explain all that shit to your parents and definitely, the icing on the cake, be grounded. No phone, no internet, no sleepovers, no hanging out after class, etc, etc . . . . Awesome, right? Well, I've been through all this at a point in time. And I never regretted any of it. I was bad girl, you see. We all know, it's more fun to be the bad girl. They are the one who know how to live life to its fullest.

So, as soon as we got into the car, I set out to full speed. Damn! I hadn't felt this alive for a while now. The thrill, the speed, the fear, the happiness, the freedom, the screaming and shouting. They were all there in that moment. Racing down the road like there's no tomorrow. But knowing that Jensen was with me, right here right now, I didn't go all harsh on the speed, like I only barely passed 100 kmph. I don't usually go for anything that is under 150 kmph. One could say that I was somewhat worried about Jensen. I didn't want to hurt a friend of mine, certainly not when the friend is as handsome, hot, sigh worthy sexy and all the shit that good-looking guys were . . . Besides, he was my best friend's brother, step-brother, and that meant that I couldn't have him killed. And, also because maybe . . . just maybe I liked him a bit . . . Okay, maybe I liked him a lot more than I thought I did. But that's okay, right? He didn't seem to mind my presence and he offered to bring me here. That ought to count, right? Okay, just ignore I said that. Jane would be so 'overjoyed' to know about my little crush on her brother and she'll probably try to hook us up. And we don't want that to happen, as much as I love her, I can't do this. What if the guy doesn't like me that way? That would be so weird. And I would lose our friendship too. I don't want that neither do I need it right now.

So, yeah where were we? Right, not wanting to hurt the guy besides me. I didn't want him to go all berserk on me. I knew only his good side and something about what I already knew about him told me not to get on his bad side. Not that he is a bad a type of person . . . I just didn't know what kind of a bad person he was. Not that he is a bad person . . . Just that I didn't know his anger. I had a gut feeling that it won't be a nice picture to look at if ever he got mad.

Besides, since we were kind of on the motorway, driving at this speed was not a big problem. The beach seemed to have faded away behind us. I wonder how far away the village was. I hadn't quite seen it during our drive here. I fell asleep, remember? I'm such an idiot somet-

'Stop! ' Jensen shouted from over the passenger seat. Uh-oh . . . I think he is angry about my driving.

I slowed down a bit and turned around to see him. Oh my God! He really was mad at me. Was it the fast driving he was mad at? I could see him trying to calm down. Jensen was taking deep breaths, you know the type that people take to set down their nerves.

'I said stop the f- . . . god-damned car! '

Immediately, I slammed the brakes and got down of the car. How could he just swear like that? At me particularly! I know, he just almost said that word. But still, he would have said.

I heard him get out of the car and come around to me. I turned away from him and got in behind the driver's seat. No one shouts at me like that. Sighing, he got into the car and started towards the village. He tried making conversation with me but I tuned out and watched the scenery run by me. I was so going to make him guilty about shouting at me like that. The least he could do was say sorry. Saying sorry isn't that hard. Just three words. One meaning and I would have forgiven him. No explanation. Because I know I drive like a psycho, sometimes.