Poison Ivy

Chapter Eighteen: Little White Lie

The journey to the venue of Andy's band's dinner party was slow, rather long and immensely quiet. Every now and then Andy's eyes would flicker across my way, his tongue darting out once in a while to moisten his chapped looking lips, yet he never spoke a word and so neither did I.

It did feel uncomfortable and I did feel quite scrutinized to the point where I wanted to shrink in on myself but Andy didn't seem to sense my discomfort because his eyes just kept flickering. Stupid eyes.

Another ten minutes of silence after the initial almost-hour long period of nothing but traffic noise, I cracked. I cleared my throat, turning as far around as I could in my seat with my belt on to look at Andy.

"What is your problem?" I asked him, my voice rather sharp in the silent atmosphere.

Andy let a smirk fall on his lips and it grew as the time passed without him answering me. He continued to watch me become frustrated at the lack of conversing on his part and it was now apparent that my aggravation amused him.

"Seriously, Andy, you're really annoying." I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest.

He chuckled, cocking his head sideways as he shot me a quick head-on glance. "I don't have a problem," he simply replied and I grunted, irked.

"You clearly do, you've been quiet since we left mine and you keep looking at me, it's really agitating, will you just say something already? God damn it!" I snapped back, twisting away from him.

He sighed, though it wasn't an exasperated sigh, in fact, he let out another chuckle afterwards. "Poison," he started. "Do you have an issue with me looking at you?"

I glowered at him, ignoring him, before huffing and turning my attention back out the windshield. Lights flashed and blurred as we drove by buildings and I wracked my mind to see if I could figure out where we were actually heading.

"You're cute when you're plotting my demise." Andy said after a moment, his tone conveying amusement. I let my eyes flick his way and my gaze settle on him for a moment before I spoke.

"How do you know I'm plotting your demise?" Andy simply chuckled at my answer, clearly entertained by my lack of denial.

"I've seen the look in enough girls' eyes to know when they're wondering how they can make my death look like an accident."

I rolled my eyes but found myself laughing at what most likely is the truth despite my agitation at Andy which only encouraged him to shoot me a half-smirk.

I watched his hand extend from the wheel as he flicked on the indicator to turn left, the clicking noise filling the once again silent car.

We slowed down, stopping minutely to let an oncoming car turn into the junction, before Andy pressed his foot back down on the accelerator, his hands working the steering wheel around. Once we'd cleared the junction, the road became yet another straight drive and one I now knew for sure I didn't recognise. I thought about questioning our destination but decided against doing so knowing that Andy would only answer with taunting remarks. For all I knew he could be kidnapping me... well, no, make that adult-napping. Damn it, what if he was?

I must have been wearing an obvious mask of puzzlement because Andy cleared his throat and, as if he had been reading my mind, he spoke up. "Don't worry, we'll be there soon. We're going to some fancy restaurant first for dinner and then the actual party will be held elsewhere." He informed me and I stared back at him, nodding slowly.

"And I suppose if I ask about the elsewhere..." I trailed off and he nodded, knowing what I was going to say.

"Yeah," he smirked and I groaned. "I won't tell you."