When I thought of all the possible ways I might die, my boyfriend playing around with the dashboard lights had never occurred to me.
Winnie Bagel. Yes, Bagel. Pronounced bah-gal, not bae-gul. Other than her highly irritating last name and equally a...
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"Could you drive any slower, Wes?" I say, shooting an irritated glance towards my equally as annoyed boyfriend.
"Well, I wouldn't have to if you would've been ready when I got to your house." He accuses, looking over his shoulder to change lanes.
"You're the one who said the movie started at 6:30." I say grumpily, slouching lower into my seat.
He rolls his eyes and sighs. The car settles into a tense silence before he speaks up, "Did you hear about the new warehouse they're building across from the Miller farm?"
"Yeah, it's all my mom's been talking about for the past few weeks, how it's going to pollute the town's water supply and all that. She's protesting it with her friends tomorrow." I snort.
"Does she really think that's going to do anything?" He sneers.
"You know my mom, power to the people right?" I glance out the window at the car next to us.
"I guess. That Campbell family is going to have a lawsuit on their hands any day now. It's just a matter of time before they make someone angry who actually matters."
"Because normal people's opinions don't matter apparently?" I joke.
He laughs awkwardly, before focusing his attention on pressing something behind the steering wheel. The dashboard changes colors and he grins excitedly.
"Careful, some guy is driving like an idiot up there." I point to a car in front of us, swerving dangerously.
"I can see him, I know how to drive." He snaps.
"Whatever." I ignore his attitude as the driver slows down in front of us, pulling to the side of the road.
My gut clenches, and I feel as if we should have stopped to help him. The intersection ahead of us changes to yellow, and I nudge Wesley to tell him to slow down.
He shakes my hand off, motioning for me to wait while he attempts to change the dashboard lights back.
"Wes. The light." I say urgently as we get closer to the intersection. He finally looks up, and slams on his breaks to avoid slamming into the car in front of us.
I hear a crash, and the sound of tires screeching, and everything goes black.
