The Elite

Pandora

I gripped my steering wheel and glared up at Willow's house. It was 5 and we'd need to get going soon or risk being late. Aggravated, I honked my horn but no one answered. Damn it. I honked again and a window opened.

"Stop honking your damn horn!" Willow shouted from the window. "I'll be down in a minute!"

She slammed it shut and I smirked. I counted right up to 60 and leaned on the horn. The front door flew open and Willow glared at me, striding out. I had to admit she looked sexy. She was in a light green dress with a slit that went all the way up to her mid thigh on the left side. She wore a pair of black heels and her purse was black.

She stopped outside the passenger's door and glared pointedly. I rolled the window down.

"Get in," I snapped. "We're going to be late."

"Come open the door for me," she snapped back. "My father's watching."

"You're getting paid $3,000," I said. "You can open your own damn door."

"Then I'll just go back inside. You can have fun explaining to your parents why-"

"Shut up," I snarled, unbuckling my seatbelt. I got out and opened her car door. "You look nice," I added loud enough for her father to hear.

She smiled and, when I knew her feet were in, I slammed the door shut. I pulled out of the driveway angrily. Neither of us spoke for a while. I was changing lanes when I saw her reach for my aux cord.

"Don't even think about it," I said.

"Polly said it's a 45 minute drive," she argued and plugged it into her phone. "I'm not riding for 45 minutes in a car with your grumpy ass in silence."

I rolled my eyes as she opened an app and tapped something. I couldn't stop the derisive laughter, though.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked. "Pink!?"

"Shut up. I know the kind of shit you listen to."

I shook my head. The song switched to 'Apologize' by OneRepublic and she began to hum along with it. I started singing and she reached over to turn the volume up. I glared and belted out the lyrics as loud as I could and she did the same.

For a minute, it felt like we were back in high school. We were tearing down the back roads, the radio up so loud the car was shaking, and trying to out-sing each other.

I was the first to stop and she smirked in satisfaction.

"Whatever," I mumbled. "I just got tired of that song."

She scoffed. "Sure you did, Banker."

"What is this?" I asked as an EDM song came on.

She smirked. "Why are you asking? Do you like it?"

"Of course not," I lied. "I have to know to avoid it in the future."

She rolled her eyes. "Asshole. It's called 'Press Play Walk Away'."

I logged that in for later and tapped my foot to the beat. We didn't say much else. A commercial came up and I realized we must be listening to Pandora. After the commercial, some foreign instrumental band played. I frowned. After that, alternative rock. Then 90's. Jesus. This girl had the strangest taste in music.

"You know, I always pegged you as a Country Western kind of chick," I said as I merged onto the Interstate finally.

"The Interstate was right there this whole time?" she cried. "Dude. Why didn't you go on there to begin with?"

I glared at her. "I happen to enjoy the back roads, thank you very much." I looked back at the road and sighed quietly. "It helps me get ready for these stupid dinner parties."