Juliette

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ᴛᴡᴇʟғᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ | ғɪᴠᴇ ғɪғᴛʏ-ɴɪɴᴇ ᴘᴍ

William was not a lousy driver.

In fact, he prided himself for his enduring patience and sufficient tolerance for traffic, amongst other things, and abhorred those who probably shouldn't have passed driving school. Though he adored fast cars and loud revving engines, he didn't particularly like them flounced in front of his face driven drastically by careless and reckless drivers.

Oddly enough, he couldn't think why, of all days, he was subjected to an unwarranted show of both, when he was going beyond himself trying to evade the clutches of his mother and impending doom.

"Shit!" he said, as he slammed on the brakes of his car to avoid collision with an extremely beautiful but daringly fast black Ferrari speeding across the intersection. He rolled down his windows, hauling half of his body out into the landscape to continue berating at the still speeding driver. "Watch where you're going, asshole!"

William didn't think the driver had heard, but moments later, he sees a glimmer of a hand and was being flipped the bird.