We jumped into the car after the boys went in. I sat in the driver’s seat, Joey in the seat next to it, and the two boys in the back seat. They locked the doors and waited for me to put the keys into the ignition. Once I put it inside and turned it, nothing happened. Frowning, I pulled it out and tried it the other way but it still didn’t work so I continued to twist and pull and fumble with the keys until Joey snapped, “Oh for heaven’s sake! I’ll do it!”
She grabbed the keys and put it in the ignition then turned it and the car rumbled to life. I stared at her in confusion, how the hell… “ A WITCH!” I cried and thrust my hands forward, two of my fingers creating a crucifix and held them in front of her. That’s how they kill witches in movies, right?
“Clary, I’m not a witch, you’re just a silly goose.”
“Well, I never!” I gasped in mock hurt, holding my heart.
She rolled her eyes, “Just drive!”
“Bloody hell, calm down.”
I settled into the seat and pressed my foot down onto the pedal to reverse―or so I thought we were. Instead we shot forward. I quickly pressed down on the breaks before we crashed into a wall ahead of us, followed with the screams of the passengers.
“Oops, sorry.” I said. I ignored Joey’s sigh and backed the car up, turning away from the orphanage. Though I was driving really slowly, I was unsure of myself driving the car because, jeez, I’m only 14. This is the most ridiculous thing ever. But once we were on the road everyone made a sound of relief. But that didn’t last long seeing that I somehow hit a pole with the car. I swore under my breath and backed up again, then accidently knocked down a bin with the back of the car with a loud thump. “Shit” I cursed. I drove forward, turning, only for the car to lightly bump the wall, but it was still enough to shake the car and for everyone to fall forward. “Shit” I repeated. Then I backed up and somehow, I don’t know how, but just somehow I accidently pressed on the breaks and everyone fell back with a gasp. “Oops. My bad!”
“Clary!” Joey yelled.
“What!”
“Get out of the driver seat before you kill all of us, you imbecile!”
I huffed but didn’t object as I climbed into the back seat with the two boys while Joey climbed into the driver’s seat. I watched her grab the wheel and begin to turn and then drive, a little wavy at first but she smoothed out after a while.
Eventually we were on the road again and driving peacefully, but of course I got bored quickly so I glanced around for something―anything― to pop out and entertain me. It took me a moment to realize that I was sitting right next to two extremely hot guys. Hubba hubba. One with an incredibly hot British accent, might I add. Though it wasn’t quite strong and you could only hear it in a few words but that’s good enough for me. I turned my head glancing at both of them with a smile on my face, they both looked back awkwardly. I stretched my arms around their necks onto their shoulders, pulling them in closer and crossing my right leg over me left.
“Hello boys.”
“Umm…” it was the golden boy speaking, “hi…”
“Clary! I said ‘good girl!’”
“What? I was just saying hello.” I said and turned back to the blonde haired boy. “I’m Clary, but you can call me anytime.” I winked. It wasn’t meant to be a pick up line or anything but I thought I might lighten the mood with some humor. Lucky for me he smirked back, clearly amused and offered his hand saying “Ryland. You can call me Ryan though” he winked back. Score mothafucka. I shook his hand, then turned to the other boy after letting go and asked for his name. “Stiles,” he answered. I smiled then looked into the rear view mirror catching Joey’s eyes. I wagged my eyebrows at her, sending her a secret message (you like him.) she wagged her eyebrows back confirming.
