drive ♢ muke ✔️

vii

"talk about a crusty couple," i mutter, briskly walking away from the blond haired girl being pinned to the wall by a tall wavy haired guy.

"i love you so much bryana," the male says breathily, as his lips go ahead and attack her neck.

"i love you more ash," she replies shakily.

i snort loudly, not caring if either of them heard. with my bag slung over my shoulder, i walk off of campus and towards the parking lot. university isn't that bad, not as terrible as high school.

i'm a law major which is ironic because of all the times i broke the law.

i step into my car and throw my bag into the passenger seat. i remember to buckle my belt and i quickly do so. there's a 500 dollar fine if you ruin any of the school's property so i'm extra careful exiting the parking lot.

i don't drive home, instead i direct myself to the shopping mall. i need a new pair of shoes, something new. something not black; i already have too many black items.

maybe some white vans.

i'm so lost in my thoughts, wondering what shoes i should buy, i don't realize i just ran a red light. it's the honking of several dozen cars that bring me back to reality. i jolt but i don't really care and i continue speeding along and pulling into the parking lot of the mall. i notice an empty place sandwiched between two fairly large cars.

my car has no chance of fitting in that tiny space but i'm trying anyways.

the front bumper of the car doesn't even make it in when my car accidentally scratched against the grey van already parked there. the paint chips away, leaving a very obvious mark.

i bite my lip and drive away to find a different spot. when i do find one, i messily park. i chuckle when i get out the car and realize that i parked so terribly, my car is taking up three spaces.

i jog to the entrance of the mall and the automatic doors open to let me in. smells wafer from every direction: soft pretzels from the food court, strong perfume and nasty sweat. the shopping centre is huge, i don't want to walk around the whole place to find the vans store. instead i just walk into the first store i see that sells shoes.

i wander around for a few minutes but something seems a little off. i blink a few times and i notice that i'm in a woman's shoe store: almost every shoe has a heel on it.

"i'm surprised to see you here clifford," a deep voice says from behind me.

i spin around and luke's standing there with two bags from forever 21 in his hand and a box of sparkly pink pumps safely tucked under his arm. they could pass as weapon with their pointy 7 inch long heel.

"i'm even more surprised to see you here," i retort, staring at the female products strangely. "since when did you wear sparkly heels and shop at forever 21?"

"it's for my girlfriend. although she absolutely adored the album, she explained that fifteen dollars on a birthday gift isn't enough. with that being said, she forced me to go buy her some more presents." luke says wearily.

he doesn't look the same. he's not happy, there's no smile on his face. but then again, when is he ever smiling? still, i notice a difference in luke's face. he looks tired; more tired than usual. his usually stormy blue eyes are empty and dull.

i'm not a genius but it's obvious that something's wrong. probably his girlfriend.

"you know officer pickle, you would be so much happier if you were dating me instead." i say in attempt to cheer him up.

"but you're a boy," he replies unenthusiastically.

"so what?" i furrow my eyebrows defensively.

"i can't date a boy, that would make me gay. being gay is a sin, i don't want to go to hell." luke explains, as if it was obvious.

"so you're saying that i'm going to go to hell because i'm gay?" i purse my lips.

"that's exactly what i'm saying," luke states cruelly.

"well fuck you."