Make Me Forget✔

E I G H T

Song of the chapter: We Don't Talk Anymore- Samantha Harvey ft. Harvey (cover).

Conor's POV_

"Oh shit, I'm a dangerous man with some money in my pocket." Bruno Mars's song was the only thing audible in my car, before Alex, who was sat in the passenger seat right next to me, yelled "KEEP UP" in perfect timing with the back up vocals of the song, along with Anth, and Jack, who had his arm tangled around a blondey- that I'm pretty sure I have seen somewhere before- in the back seat, laughing cheerfully as their favourite song started to play.

I sighed, turning down the volume of the loud radio, taking my car back to its natural silence, leaving everybody quiet for a quick second, but I knew one of them was going to complain about my sudden action.

"Conor why the hell did you do that?!" Jack scuffed, punching my shoulder.

"I don't like that song." I stated, not taking my eyes off the road ahead of me.

"Yes you do! That's like... your favourite song!" He said, anger sensible in his tone.

"Well, it's not anymore." I replied.

"What's gotten into you, you fucking idiot?!" He yelled.

"Jack, calm down!" Alex scowled back at Jack.

"No, I want to know what's wrong with him!" Jack seemed angry, and so was I, but I'm surely not down for a fight seeing I'm the one behind the wheel.

"Nothing's wrong with me! I'm perfectly fine aren't I?!" I stopped the car immediately, after the lights turned red the second I reached a junction. "Why does everybody keep asking what's wrong with me?! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!" I yelled back at my younger brother who's been getting on my nerves a lot lately.

"Okay, mate. We get it, there's nothing wrong with you. It's literally not that deep." Anth finally spoke.

"How about we pretend I don't exist till we get there, seeing it's 'literally not that deep' yeah?" I sarcastically commented.

"I want to listen to that song." Jack ignored me.

"This is my car, and I don't want to listen to music so sit the fuck down." I ordered him.

"We're taking someone else's car next time then." Jack answered.

"That would be much appreciated." I said, not even taking a second to look back at him, but I knew he knew I'm mad.

"Go." Alex said, almost whispering.

"What?" I asked.

"It's a green light. Go!" He paraphrased, turning my attention to the empty highway ahead of me.

"Dickhead." Jack whispered, and even though my eyes aren't on him at the moment, I knew there was an eye roll somewhere along that murmur.

I got off stage just about half an hour ago, and I thought I'd treat myself with a couple of drinks because I actually fucking smashed it.

Well... that's what I try to tell myself at least, just so I could be excused for drinking on a week night.

I know some of you... maybe all of you... think there's more into this other than the fact that I'm basically craving a drink so bad right now, but there isn't.

This is what normally happens to me when I don't get a distraction from everything going on in my mind, but it doesn't seem like Jack, or anyone else in this car knows that, except me.

Because I know me... and I know there's nothing wrong with me, and that should do for now.

Thankfully, I didn't hear much after I took off again, except for Jack's and his date's little chats along the way.