The Ass Next Door

The Ass Next Door //19

“SKYE! HURRY UP!” Dylan shouted from downstairs.

“I’M COMING!” I shouted back. I turned off my room light and grabbed my purse on my way out. I ran downstairs. “You’re so impatient.” I muttered under my breath.

“We’re supposed to be at school by 8:45. It’s 8:40 now.” He said.

“It’s not like they’re going to leave without us, so relax.” I said. I put my boots on and zipped up my jacket. It was still pretty cold outside. “Ready.” I announced.

Dylan rolled his eyes and opened the door. I stepped out and he did the same behind me. I took out my keys and locked the door as he unlocked the doors to the car.

I ran into his car and slammed the door behind me. It was still freezing outside. Dylan started the car and started towards our school.

We arrived at 8:50. All of the grade 12 English classes this semester (which are 3) were gathered around their teachers.

“Oh, there they are.” Lisa said, pointing towards Dylan and I as we stepped out of his car.

“Okay,” our teacher checked off our names, “looks like we have everyone.” He unclipped a bunch of papers out of the clipboard. “Here are the directions. I printed one out for each car along with a map.” He came around and handed out two sheets of paper to each driver.

A few minutes later, everyone broke off into groups and got into cars. I, of course, was stuck with Dylan, ALONE, for the entire ride there and back.

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“I’m not listening to this radio station.” Dylan said, switching the radio station back to the original one.

“Well I’m not listening to this radio station.” I said, changing it to the one I wanted.

“Skye.” He said in that warning tone your parents usually use with you when they want you stop doing something. He switched it back.

I leaned forward and turned the radio off. “There, if we can’t agree on a station then we’re not listening at all.” I said.

I heard him let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine.” He grunted.

My phone started beeping, signaling that I had a text message. I flipped it open and saw that it was from Joseph. Wow, he actually decided to acknowledge my existence, I thought.

Hey Babe. How’s the trip so far?

I really need to talk to him about this whole ‘babe’ thing. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly texted back.

Well we’re still on the way there. We’ve been driving for about 30 minutes right now. It should be 15 more minutes.

I clicked the send button.

“We’ve been driving for thirty minutes?” Dylan said, emphasizing the ‘We’ve.’

“Were you reading my text?” I said. He smirked but kept his focus on the road. “You can’t just read my texts like that.” I said.

“It’s not like I took your phone.” He said.

“Yeah but sti-“ I was interrupted when he turned the radio on at a volume higher than it should’ve been. “Excuse me. I thought we agreed no radio.”

“There you go again with the ‘we’.” He said in a fake, dramatic tone.

I lowered the volume and leaned back in my chair with an equally dramatic ‘huff’. I folded my arms across my chest and decided that I could probably survive for the next 10 minutes.