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“They can't do it, like I do.”
- Me too, Meghan Trainor
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Avalyn
Ethan was driving us back to our hometown, Riverside.
Travelling in the car which Ethan was driving is a torture. Real talks.
From last half an hour I was trying to hold back the urge to puke and punch him in the face.
Reason 1: His car smelled like a boys locker room. Sweat-like and well, more sweat-like.
Reason 2: He drove like he owned all the roads. He literally got both of us almost-car-crashed twice by his rash skills. If I was a driving school officer, I would have never allotted him a license in the first place. Fact.
Reason 3: .......well, I just hate him. That's all.
"Ethan..... can you drive like a civil human being." I shut my eyes close as he took another rash turn. My face hit the window glass, hard. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose.
He stiffened and laugh. "Were you saying something, Ava?" He smirked.
That asshole.
I glared at him hoping that God would suddenly bless me with laser eyes and Ethan would be reduced to ashes. None of that happened.
"Screw off!" I hissed as I switched the radio on.
"You watch me bleeding till I can't breath....... Shawn Mendes sang through the radio, as i bopped my head in sync with the rhythm of the song.
Ethan looked at me, then at the radio. It ain't my fault you keep turning me on....... Suddenly Shawn Mendes started to sound like a girl. I frowned for a second before it sunk in me. It wasn't Shawn Mendes. It's was Zara Larrson. I looked at Ethan as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
I changed the station again.
.......needle and a thread gotta get you--
Ethan glared at me before switching the channel again.
.......I don't mean to be rude but I look--
I didn't waste a beat in changing the station.
........needle and a thread gotta--
"Stop doing that!" Ethan yelled over the high volume and changed the channel again.
.......no I-I-I can't be responsible--
"I switched the system on. Not you! so shut up!" I yelled right back.
.......and without your kisses--
"This is MY car!" He switched the channel again.
.......see you're so irresistible--
"Ethan Rodriguez. Just. Screw. Off." I switched the channel last time before the sparks flew out of the music system and fused it out. Ethan presses the brakes of the car, as it came to rest at the side of the road.
We both looked at the mess which was two minutes a working piece of the car, in silence. I looked at Ethan swallowing down the lump at the back of my throat hard. He just looked at the radio like he was going to burst into a pool of tears.
"I didn't mean to --"
"You're so dead, Thomas!"
I looked at Ethan with my eyes popping out of their sockets. The look in his eyes told me that I was in deep shit. Been there before too.
The last time Ethan gave me that look was a year back, that was when he burned down my 50 paged college project I completed during summer vacations. I spent two day confined in the library redoing the project, to meet with the deadline of it.
So being the sensible person I am, I did the first time which came in my mind. I closed my eyes shut and screamed.
I screamed the I-am-going-to-die-type of scream.
He got off the car, opened my side's door and the next thing I know was that I was hanging down Ethan's back.
"ETHAN! LEAVE ME!" I punched his back, yelling as loud as I could -- because I couldn't do anything better than that, while he was carrying me towards the valley next to the road.
"Any last wish, lizard?" He asked as he dip my head a bit down towards the valley.
"No. No. No!" I pressed my eyes together. "You psycho! Have you gone nuts!" I punched his butt. Once. Twice. Thrice. Hard. He didn't even budge.
"No last wishes, Thomas?" I could imagine the smirk on his face.
I opened my left eyes to see the depth of the valley. My throat went dry.
May you rest in heaven, Avalyn Thomas. I muttered a silent prayer for myself.
"You want to drop me. Go on. Drop me from here but I promise you Ethan Rodriguez that my spirit will return for its revenge with a lot of evil powers like those ghosts in the movies. I would plot revenge against you, and make sure that you never get laid with any girl and die from sexual drought!"
Ethan laughed. He laughed so hard that his shoulders spasm making my whole body shake too. "Sexual drought. Seriously?"
"Put me down moron!" I punched him one last time before he places me down -- more like disbalancing himself while laughing, making me fall on the concrete road so hard my butt hurt.
He looked at me and laughed harder, pointing his finger at me like I was a red-nosed clown. I got up dusting my clothes off. "Ethan Rodriguez." I took off my red converses off and threw them at his face. "May you burn in hell!"
He touched his stomach signalling he was tired of laughing at me. Good for him, because if he would have laughed for one more minute, I might have named as a wanted murderer.
