Broken Walls [COMPLETED]

Chapter Two

I stuffed my tooth brush into one of my over packed suitcases and struggled to zip it up. "Carmen! Come on we are going to be late!" Landon calls from downstairs. I rolled my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ears, looking around for anything that I forgot to pack. "Come be a gentleman and help me with theses bags!" I snap back at him. I hear him groan as he trudges up the staircase and walks into my bedroom. His eyes go wide as he sees the five suitcase I have thown all over my bed. "All of these?!?" He says, in shock. I nod and wave him over to the bed. He closes his mouth and hesitantly lugs a bag off the bed, and down the stairs. I grab one and follow behind him. We finally manage to get all of our bags into the trunk and backseats of his small little black car. My mom and my brother left about an hour ago, since my mother had to drop him off . It was almost sad to think I wouldn't see them until the end of the summer.

Landon opens the passanger side door and gestures me to it. I run into the house making sure all lights were off and then quickly locked all the doors, putting the alarm on just before I stepped out of the house. I sarcastically smiled at him and got into the car. He walked around the car and got in, put the key in the ignition and drove me away from the only ounce of happiness I had. The beach we were going to was about a five hours away, but being with Landon made it seem about eight hours longer. I tried staring out the window, but I got bored really fast. He did a double take noticing I wasn't wearing my seatbelt. In my defense, it was keeping me from turning my whole body away from Landon so I took it off about five minutes into the trip. His response to this was pulling over, on the highway and staring at me. "What?" I ask innocently. "Put it on." He says. "Nah. I'm good." He massages his temples until he strikes up an idea. "What are you doing?" I yell as he reaches across my body and grabs the seat belt. "No!" I object, pushing him away. He ignores me until I hear the clink sound of the seat belt fastening. He returns to his seat and fastens his seat belt back, driving back onto the road. I push the hair out of my face and stare at him.

"That was so unnescesary." I complain. He responds by simply smiling and keeping his eyes on the road. We argue for about an hour about letting me go to the bathroom, which he refuses because he claims it will put us behind schedule. "Like pulling over and annoying me doesn't?!" I rant. He chuckles and fiddles with the radio, finding a sports channel. "Oh, no" I start. "There is no way I'm gonna sit here and listen to football being commentated!" I complain.

"Carmen. Just shut up, okay?" Landon orders. Yep, that's what just made me lose it. I absolutely flipped.

"Ohh. You want me to shut up?! Well I don't want to even be here! This is all your fault! Why did you even suggest this? I keep thinking this is some sick joke! You hate me! I hate you! So why am I spending the whole summer with a world class butthole?! Is this about getting even or something? Did I do something that pissed you off? I swear I'm gonna tear your arms right from your body and-" "ENOUGH!" Landon interrupts, banging his hand on the steering wheel. I flinched then mumbled under my breath, turning to look out the window.

He sighs. "It's not like that." I don't respond, I just stare intensely at the blurry trees. "Hey? Carm-" I snap my head around and point my index finger in his face. "Don't ever call me that again Jacobs. Only friends can call me that." I can see that he regrets starting this whole mess, but I'm not giving him a pint of compassion.

The car is comfortably silent for a long time. Though too angry to sleep, I just entertained myself by braiding and unbraiding sections of my hair. It doesn't take long for my hands to get tired so then I pull out my phone and proceed to text a couple friends from school.

Landon breaks the silents by asking me if I'm hungry, to which I reply no. Though it is not true, I surly didn't need anything from him. He still pulled off at the next exit and looked for a drive in resteraunt.