Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

5: The Start of the Curfew

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I cruised on the crowded highway, weaving through traffic dangerously. I gripped tightly on my steering wheel, turning it as I dodged every car that drove on my lane. My right foot never left the accelerator as I kept driving until I saw the exit to take to reach Gavin's house.

Goddammit, that Rupert.

I kept the radio blasting, that way he couldn't question me about what just happened. The sound of the music echoed in the car, the bass of the music vibrated our seats.

Why the hell was he there again?

I could see Gavin in my peripheral vision, his face drained slightly pale in regret. He clutched onto the handle on the roof of my car when I downshifted to take the exit, cornering the car with my foot still fixed on the gas pedal.

"Slow down, (L/N)!" He cried out as loud as he could through the music.

I chuckled and spoke loudly, fighting against the song, "what's wrong, Reed? Can't handle the power?!"

"I don't have a death wish!"

"For someone who acts so tough, you can't handle a little bit of speed?!" I taunted.

"Shut up!" he exclaimed as he still clutched tightly on the handle.

I laughed as I slowed the car down when I reached the local roads.

Gavin turned down the volume after attempting at least about 7 times, and I finally let him. I knew he wanted to talk, but I wanted to avoid it for as long as I could.

"Who was that?"

I shrugged aloofly, trying to get him home as fast as possible to prevent this conversation from going any further.

"You knew him, didn't you?"

"Why do you say that?" I replied dully.

"Because of the way he looked at you and the way you acted," he urged whilst looking at me. "How do you know him?"

"What's it to you?" I rolled my eyes, annoyed by him prying.

"Gives us something to talk about," he shrugged.

I sighed silently to myself as my eyes bored on the road, considering whether it's worth talking about it with someone like him or not.

Ugh... I mean... won't hurt, I guess.

"I... met him at a house party," I muttered, instantly regretting my choice.

"You...? Going to a party?" He laughed, every note of amusement ticked my nerve. "The loner finally decided to leave her little shelter."

"Very funny. Don't make me throttle the car, pussy," I snarled.

He slapped his knees as he laughed, his snarky smile played at his lips.

No matter how annoying he was, his smile always made my stomach churn.

His stupid smug smile is so hot.

"So what happened at the party? You guys banged?"

I was taken aback from his words and I huffed.

He laughed even harder at my reaction.

I knew I shouldn't have said anything.

When he finished cracking up, he calmed down and spoke, "no really, what happened?"

I exhaled heavily through my nose as I pulled up to his driveway. "Nothing. I just told you how I met him, that's it."