I Taught The Bad Boy How To Drive✔

No modesty, Only honesty

(Chapter 3)

*Adrian's POV*
I drove while Alyssa sat shotgun. For some reason when she saw my car her face had flashed with recognition or my eyes were playing tricks. There was one of those awkward silences when you want to say something but you don't know how.
"You didn't apologize" "What?" I asked coming out of my daze. Alyssa sighed, "You did not say sorry" "For what?" I asked as I took a left. "Well how about for nearly getting me killed, fracturing my mom's arm and practically wrecking her car!" she cried and looked at me with disgust.
No way she is getting away with that. But I put on my calm mask that seemed to irritated her and said, "Well, you didn't get killed.... So no apology for you. And I might  say sorry to your mom.. Just to be polite. But if you expect me to say sorry to your mom's car, Which is in fact a non living thing with no feelings FYI, then nope" I replied as we pulled in at the hospital, I was in no mood especially to apologize to some goody girl. Alyssa rolled her eyes "Jerk" "Aw, Cinnamon, I made up for it. Took you to the hospital if you didn't notice?" I said and got out of the car. "Cinnamon?" She asked and raised an eyebrow. You know how everyone has a certain smell that you recognise them by? Or their house? Well she had the scent of cinnamon. Weird right?
"I strongly dislike cinnamon so you're named after it. Plus nicknames like Princessa, baby doll are cute but way too cliché" I lamely said but she did her signature eye roll and pulled me throught the doors.
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When Madison Payton awoke we were allowed in and I reluctantly followed Alyssa through the door. Mrs.Payton had redish blonde hair with a clean cut causing her hair to stop below her chin, her skin was pale and she looked young for her age (Which I had no idea but she was probably in her 40s). Mr.Payton sat beside her bed, looking tired which caused me to feel a pang of guilt. He had a handsome face with warm dark eyes and brown hair that was cut neatly. Now I knew who Alyssa got her eyes from. Wait did I just think that?  Mrs.Payton smiled at me warmly which surprised me since I was the reason she was here in the first place. "Mom." Alyssa said and sat on a stool near her mother's bed and stared at her mom in grief and guilt. "I'm sorry, Mrs.Payton. Really, I'm new to driving, In fact I can't even drive properly. My apologies..." I quickly said, hoping she would buy my excuse.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alyssa raise an eyebrow and smirk at my pathetic attempt to say sorry but I ignored her and focused on Mrs.Payton. Now that I looked closer, she had no make up making a few wrinlkes on her face stand out and her left arm was hung in a cast.
"You must be Adrian Skyler right? Carl, told me about you." Mrs.Payton said still keeping her warm manner. "Er...Yes ma'am." Alyssa looked like she wanted to burst out laughing in my face but again, I ignored her. The least I can do is show respect. Ugh Alyssa looks constipated. "Well Adrian, I'm sure Alyssa would love to help you learn how to drive. I'm sure it isn't serious that you have to go to a driving school. After all you have your license?" Mrs.Payton asked. WHAT?! "Um...Yes... Ma'am.." I replied feeling uncertairn of what to say. "No way." Alyssa called and stood up, glaring at me. "Sweety, It won't be serious classes. Just help him improve... Now I need some rest so....." Mrs.Payton said hinting that we should leave. "But I have other things to do! I've got tests coming up and I screwed up Calculus!"Alyssa cried. What a nerd! "Alright, I'll get Alyssa home. We won't keep you up. Get well soon Mrs. Payton" I said suddenly feeling awkward calling her Ma'am.
After many protests Alyssa reluctantly followed me out of the hospital. "Ugh. I hate you so much and now I have to teach you how to drive! Really?!" "Aw, C'mon Cinnamon you know you want me" I smirked and got into my car. "If you don't know how to drive... How are you driving now? And aren't you supposed to be a cliché badboy. You should know how to drive!" Alyssa told me suspiciously. "I know the basics Cinnamon. Plus I'm not your average badboy... Also you are just improving my skills, though I don't need improvement. Also it's not like I want more time with you.. But you insist and I'll do you the favour" I winked and got in the car savouring her look of pure hate.
Oh boy, this will be fun.

A/N
First chapter in Adrian's point of view. I got a few PMs asking what POV stands for: So it stands for Point Of View if you didn't know

ALSO I'M GOING TO START A REGULAR SCHEDULE FOR POSTING. I'LL POST EVERY WEEKEND. (Friday, Saturday or Sunday).

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