Sing!

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Scarlet Brooklyn Grace

Why on Earth was Markus at my locker!? Anyway, I'd ignored him, and I hope this doesn't go too far.

"Et voilà, my car!" Gin said proudly pointing at a red, rusty, really old VW that was even slightly on the small side.

"Clutter-bucket," Alba interjected.

"Sorry Gin, but your car needs an upgrade. Or at least a new layer of paint."

Gin faked hurt and threw his arms around the bonnet of his car and said, "I thought you're on my side Brook."

I shrugged and replied, "Not always."

Alba frowned thoughtfully and asked, "What did Chloe mean with 'your boyfriend'?"

My heart stopped, and I almost said something very unpleasant to Alba for even bringing the jerk up. That bastard had left me to be heartbroken by the slut and came running back to me a couple days after he'd left me, begging for forgiveness. Like the sucker I was at the time, I'd accepted him back, only to be left again for the same whore. The second time I didn't forgive him.

"Brook?"

That was a month before the rest of my life fell apart. I looked up, "What? Sorry, who was talking?"

Gin and Alba were both looking at me with an identical expression on their faces. Ones I saw all the time from my mum. Concern.

"What?" I asked, irritated.

Alba shook herself and said, "Nothing," a little too quickly.

I dropped it though. I probably just spaced out or something. "Well, we going or what? My mum said something about baking muffins this morning."

That got their attention, "Something to eat that isn't cantine food," Gin said wistfully. "When was the last time I ate something that didn't come from the cantine?"

"This morning, drama-queen, now get in the car!" Alba instructed and we all hopped into the car. I figured something to do with status as to where you sit, so I made sure to sit in the back.

"Which way?" Gin asked from the driver's seat.

"Er... once you leave the school parking go left, then follow the road until I say different."

"Okay," Gin said pulling out of the parking lot.

We drove in silence and I almost missed the turning. Walking takes longer than driving. "Right, right here!"

"Shit!" Gin yelled as he turned slightly illegally. A couple of cars honked, but nothing much.

"Gin, I'm telling you, if I die inside this car, I'll haunt you forever!" Alba scoffed.

"That's fair enough, but we're not going to crash, so quit worrying."

"And if we do?" Alba asked.

"Alba, if you don't want to crash, quit distracting me."

"You two fight like a married couple," I observed. They both turned to look at me and I yelled, "Eyes on the road Gin! You're not driving me anywhere again, that's for sure! I rather walk, it's safer."

"Oh, you too Brook? My driving is perfect."

"Remind me, how did you pass your test?" Alba asked.

"What test?" Gin asked innocently. Alba's look of horror was truly funny. Gin obviously thought so too, because he burst out laughing, then said, "Kidding."