I followed Chase as we made our way towards his hot wheels. I stood stiffed while he sashayed to the driver's side, and unlocked the door before hopping in.
"Get in." Chase ordered, opening the passenger's door for me as he started the engine.
I false a grin, hesistant to move forward. "Uhm.. Well, how about.."
"---you do me a favor, just this time, and drive slow? For safety measures, perhaps?" I asked, flashing a smile.
"Oh, actually I don't do slow." He stated, making my smile fall down.
"Would it even kill you if you tried?"
"Nope, but isn't moving slow the reason of being late? Well, no offense to that..." He trailed off with a smug.
"What? Exactly how and why did this suddenly turn into me?--"
"Look, I'm not having another couple-quarrel with you, babe. We're just kinda wasting some of my precious time here, so please get in. Also, Linda and the guys already left and I have no idea where in the world Paul lives."
"Oh, I'm sorry your highness. I didn't mean to, "waste some of your precious time"!" I hissed.
"We're wasting timeee.." Chase sang, pissing me more.
Ugh, fat you beach. I groaned as I forcibly threw myself in his car.
"Good girl." Chase smiled, "Now, put your seat belt on." He ordered, sounding like he was talking to a four year old kid.
I grimaced at him, What makes him think he could just order me around like this?
"For safety measures, remember?" He smiled, which annoyed me more.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for reminding me." I grumbled, before I fastened my seatbelt.
"Anytime." He smirked, before placing his foot on the gas.
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"What happened to you?" Linda asked, seeing me come down on Chase's car.
I raised my brows in a notch, unsure of what she meant, before asking. "What happened to me?"
"She's fine." Chase spoke behind me, tapping me on my head.
Swatting his hand away from me, made him let out a chuckle while I let my eyes roll before responding. "Will you stop that?"
"Come on in." Paul invited us in along with Mrs. Henderson's joyful welcome.
"I'll prepare your food and drinks." Mrs. Henderson smiled as she walked towards their kitchenette.
Stacy sat down on a tan colored sofa and snorted out a question. "We don't have any space here for our practice, do we?"
The Henderson family lives in a bungalow with decorative plants, wood-like colored walls, and orange carpet, making the house temperature warm and look cozy.
