Fade Into Nothingness

Chapter Nine

The car ride was going surprisingly well. To say I was grateful was a complete understatement.

Justin steps on the brakes immediately, causing the car to halt to a stop, and also making my neck do a whiplash. I rub the back of my neck and face Justin with a furious look on my face.

"What. The. Fuck. Was that for?" I ask angrily.

"Do you not see that cute little bird crossing the street?" He says adorably while he's pointing at the little bird.

My angry facade instantly vanishes as I watch the little bird cross the street in astonishment when it clearly does not give a single fuck about the cars that are stopped before it.

"I wish I was a bird," I mutter quietly under my breath.

"Hey," I look at Justin who is wiggling his eyebrows weirdly. "If you're a bird, I'm a bird," he finishes the sentence off with a wink.

"Are you serious? Who notebook'd you?" I ask him amusingly.

He shakes his head slowly and lets out a chuckle. "I'd rather not talk about that horrid memory." He shuts his eyes and bows his head as he lets out a sigh, clearly an exaggeration.

His response didn't stop me from asking any more questions.

"Who was it?" I ask curiously.

He exhales slowly and faces me. "You just don't give up do you?"

"Well only sometimes but I'm just curious."

The bird is out of our sight and Justin takes no time to put his foot on the pedal and drive away quickly.

"It was Courtney, Courtney Lenders," he answers, looking a little torn up about it as well, while he's putting all his focus on the road.

Courtney Lenders is who I've come to realize as the biggest bitch in the school. She cares for no one's feelings and she likes to sleep around a lot. If there was a 'person who's slept in lots of different people's beds' award in the yearbook this year, she would definitely have her face all over that page. I may sound like a raging jealous judgmental bitch but nothing in this paragraph even describes half the evil things she's done, that I've heard of or witnessed with my own two eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Justin asks, making me lose my train of thought.

"Just how you somehow ended up with Courtney Lenders," I say bluntly. "And why you looked so torn up about it when you said her name."

He stays quiet for a moment, probably gathering his thoughts on what to say to me.

"Because I made her into the bitch she is now and I guess I feel kind of bad for it."

"You mean she wasn't a bitch before? And dare I say it, you have feelings?" I cover my mouth with my hand and fake a gasp.

I could see him holding back a smile at my sarcastic remark. "Yes and yes."

"Care to explain?"

"Not really, well at least not now," he says irritated, while his hands grip the wheel tighter.

I don't press into the topic any further when I realize how bad it's affecting him to talk about it. It must be really bad.

The rest of the ride remained silent. No words were said; none. It was quiet. It wasn't an awkward quiet, no; it was a full on I-want-to-get-out-of-this-car quiet.