Breathe

Chapter six

"I'm hot." I complain, Chet's car stinks and is somewhat warm.

"Sorry princess, I'm not interested." He firmly replies while tapping his fingers on the wheel.

I can feel my cheeks go from pale to pink in a second. "In TEMPERATURE you doofus!"

He wipes his face with his palm from the word that I had accentuated, still not turning to look at me.

"I thought that you might be a cat in heat." This asshole bluntly accused me.

"Are you not?" He slyly glances at me.

"You are so ill-mannered! Can't you just simply turn the air conditioner on in your filthy car?" It came out of me in a very high-pitched voice.

I have no patience with this asshole.

"You got that right princess." Ignoring the rest of what I just said.

Instead of turning on the air as I told him to, he does the exact opposite and turns the heater on more.

"You got to be kidding me." I muttered under my breath.

"My car, my rules."

It is impossible to talk to this guy and his attitude is killing mine.

"We're going to be sweating." I told him

"Again, I'm not interested." He brushes me off

This asshole, he's lucky that I'm tired and he's driving or else he's dead meat.

But wait.. He came on the train with his friends, so where are they now and how does he have a car around here?

Maybe it's not his car to begin with.

This guy wouldn't be able to even pay for this crap hole.

His converse are full with holes, his hoodie reeks, and his jeans are, black but I'm sure that there has to be something faulty there too.

"This isn't your car." I stated

"And why is that?" "Well-"

"No, I already know the answer." He held his hand up to my face signaling me to shut up. I glare at him.

"My friend repaired my car and I came to pick it up." he looks over to me

"Out of questions?" still keeping that stupid smirk on

I crossed my arms and face forwards. I don't want to see him. I don't want to talk to him. I don't want to hear a word coming out of his mouth.

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"Where's your house?" Chet asks me after awhile, we are in Queens now.

I hesitated. I didn't want him to know where Pennie's house is, I don't want anybody to know.

"It's on that street." I point at the two streets from Pennies'. Once I got off, I waited for him to leave. He doesn't.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

"Why aren't you leaving?" He shots back

I walked slowly, so he could see that I'm heading to a house. He drives next to me. What is with this guy?

I walked into a random lawn very slowly and turn my head around to still see him staring at me with a smug expression on his face.

"That's Mr. Arnold's house."

"Why won't you leave?"

"Why won't you let me take you back to your house?"

"Because I don't trust you!" And this time I yelled, not caring that I woke the whole neighborhood up. I have had a long day and I have had enough with this.