The Rosett Legacy

Chapter 6

After everyone apart from the Rosetts and Andre had left, we decided to make our move to the cars. Saying my farewells to Mum and Dad, I moved my sloppy legs to the smallest family car. Opening the door I got in the driver's seat and started the engine. Putting the air conditioner on to heat the car up, I waited for my fellow nincompoop passenger. I let another yawn and took my blue glasses off to rub my eyes wake. I was trying to hide the pain in my stomach but it was getting harder as time went by. Putting my glasses on, my eyes caught the side view mirror on the left. Jess and Andre were getting a bit too cosy for my liking. Ughh, I didn't want to see anyone kiss my sister; Oliver would have puked at this sight. I had to break their session up by blowing my car horn as loud as I could, this made both of them jump and they realised they were spotted by me. I poked my head out of the door window.

"If you love birds are done playing Romeo and Juliet. I want to go home and mum is going to be late for her flight." I was throwing daggers at both of them. Stopping their saliva fest, Jess left with a prominent blush on her face and Andre entered the car. Seeing Jess enter the other car gave me a sense of relief. However, I didn't fail to notice how Jess walked towards the other car. With her hips swaying extra then usually and whipping her blonde hair back, I knew this was a show for Andre. Kill me now. I just not see this; I just rested my head on the driving wheel thinking about the awkwardness of this situation.

Keeping my eyes on the road and not saying anything, I let Andre sit next to me in the front. I seriously was thinking off bugging him off and out the car once I could see the other car go out of my view. Andre sitting on my left clicked his seat belt on giving me the cue to start the journey. It seemed the there was no limit to my stomach pain as it doubled. Now I was worrying, I decided to make my car travel behind Jason's and keeping it close as possible till I could. Jason's car left the parking lot, and I was right behind it. We entered the motorway. The time was 00:45 am at night and the motorway surprisingly empty. Usually, the motorways in England were never empty, but it was only us and Jason's car which was driving.

After five minutes of travelling, Andre started fidgeting. Shaking his left knee up and down, he knew it was getting on my nerves. His hand shot out to the radio in the car. Putting BBC Radio One, all which came out of the speakers was a guy swearing his brains out about how nice a girl's ass is. I automatically turned it off, wasn't really in a mood to know about the singer's sexual adventures. Andre just sighed and hit the on button.

"Stop it!" I shouted hitting the off button on my driving wheel, "don't you see that I am trying to concentrate on the road." I hadn't even once turned my head to look at him, keeping my eyes fixed on the road. I could feel his gaze on me. This was beyond creepy. I had to stop his stare.

"Stop staring at me." I gritted my teeth, my hand tightening around the wheel.

"How do you know I am staring at you when your eyes are only on the road," came his instant reply. My pupils moved to the corner of my eyes, without me being able to actually stop my movement, I saw him sitting there. His head was cocked forward, but he had a snobbish demeanour. "Made you look," he laughed.

"Stop fidgeting!"

"Make me."

My nose flared. I shut my mouth and just went back to looking forward at the road. I hadn't realised that our little small talk had caused Jason's car to move further apart from our's than I wanted. His car was a small dot now and I had a lot of catching up to do. Putting my foot on the accelerator, I speed forward.

"Stop, you're going too fast." Exclaimed Andre as he felt the wave of the sudden acceleration.

"What, scared of a little speed?"