Chapter Song: Playing to Loose - Lemaitre
Five hours later, we were almost entering Maryland.
Instead of Nicholas behind the wheel like he had originally planned once we reached Virginia, lord and behold, Preston Torez was sitting beside me in the driver's seat.
It was 5:30 PM and Nic and Kat were both sound asleep in the back.
I on the other hand, forced myself to stay awake. Knowing that Preston was in control of the car, my mind and body refused to allow any sign of sleepiness to show.
I had to be alert for all of us when it comes to Torez and his driving.
The pop songs that flowed out of the speakers was enough to distract me.
Preston was currently navigating the car down a byway, a car whizzing by every so often.
The maroon cotton blanket currently covering my body made me want to sink futher into the seat.
Cool air was coming out of the air vents, making it impossibly difficult to stay wide-eyed and awake.
Much to my dismay, the lack of sleep from the night before was slowly starting to catch up to me.
I mentally cursed myself for choosing now to want to shut down.
I neglected my sane self's thoughts, deciding snuggling into my blanket wouldn't be all that bad.
Little did I know that one action would make me shamefully doze off for an hour.
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When my eyes fluttered open, I immediately leaned up, scoring the environment. The long winding roads I had fallen asleep on were nowhere in sight.
Instead, we were barrelling down a boulevard, the open country fields replaced with other speeding cars and sidewalks dotted with people along the roads and treelines.
Panic quickly set into the pit of my stomach.
"Where the hell are we?" I barked, snapping my death glare in Preston's directions.
One hand was lazily resting on the steering wheel while the other was resting outside of the window.
"Sh," he whispered, nodding towards the backseat where my best friend and boyfriend were still peacefully sleeping.
"Dude, where the hell are we?" I repeated, my voice one octave lower.
His eyes glanced over at mine for a split second. "Virginia Beach," he says nonchalantly, looking into his side mirror before sliding into another lane.
A moment later, he pulled the car into a half packed parking lot, a few people wandering around.
Without a word, I watch as he turns off the engine and goes to unbuckle his seatbelt.
"What are you doing?" I question wearily, uncertain if I wanted to know.
He slowly opened the driver's side door, about to step out when he stopped mid-movement.
He looked down at the hand I had slapped on his forearm.
I quickly pull away, pushing my cotton blanket to the floor in the process.
"What does it look like? We're making a quick stop," he said slowly, as if he was talking to a toddler.
Rolling my eyes, I mutter some unflattering words under my breath as he steps out of the car, looking back at his girlfriend.
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