Kidnapped, Unfortunately

Chapter Sixty Four

"CEEEEELEBRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON!" I belted out.

The music was cranked up and I was jamming out.

"YYYEEEAAAHHH!" I shouted, pumping my fists. "FREEDOM BABY!"

Jacob did not like my enthusiasm, and suddenly he slammed on the breaks, sending me flying against the dashboard.

My forehead bonked into the hard leather painfully, and I cursed.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, pushing myself back up and rubbing my face gingerly. "Bitch!"

"Put your seatbelt on," he growled.

Geez!

I clicked my seatbelt into place carefully, not wanting to warrant any more violent behavior.

He seemed to be in a much worse mood than usual, and that was saying something!

Whereas I was ecstatic to be going home. And I wasn't about to let his anger get the best of me!

"That's called displacement," I told Jacob.

He scowled, keeping his eyes on the road. "What?"

"You're displacing your anger at me leaving to anger about the seatbelt," I informed him.

"Well, you're displacing your meanness to jerkiness!" he shot back.

I looked over and raised my eyebrows. "What does that even mean?"

"I don't know!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

Unfortunately, without his hands on the wheel, the car swerved a little into the lane next to us.

"Keep those on the wheel!" I shouted, grabbing onto the door handle automatically.

He quickly regained control.

"So this is why they never let you drive," I mused, watching as someone honked at him from the lane we had just swerved into. "You suck at driving."

"Whatever," he grumbled crossly. "I'm a great driver."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," I said. "Then maybe one day you'll condition yourself to actually become one."

Jacob didn't like this at all.

"You know what, maybe I won't miss you!" He said loudly and angrily, glaring at the cars in front of us. "Maybe I'll finally be confident!"

"Don't be ridiculous," I snorted. "You? Confident?"

He growled lowly, and I subtly scooted further away.

"You are the worst sometimes," he grumbled.

"Hey!" I protested, "That hurt my feelings! Now I'm sad. I hope you're happy!"

"When am I ever happy?" he replied.

"Touché," I said.

There was a moment of silence that was just long enough to be awkward.

"So..." I said uncomfortably. "Are you like, mad at me?"

"Maybe," he mumbled, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

I sighed heavily. "Jacob, you know I'm not serious, right? I don't actually think you're an idiot, mostly. I just say that because I get frustrated. Plus also, I think you're a very confident guy."

He visibly perked up. "Aww, really?"

"Yes," I said. "Feeling better now?"

"Let me check," he paused. "Yes, I think so."

"Great!" I said, grinning. "Now we can both be happy!"

"Why are you so happy?" he asked.

I frowned. "Are you serious? Did you forget the reason we're in this car in the first place? I'm going home!"

"Oh, right," he said, deflating like a balloon. "I think I'm sad again."

I rolled my eyes. "You're just going to have to get used to not being around me all the time. I know I'm like a drug, but-"

"Are you joking!" he suddenly yelled.

I raised an eyebrow and looked over. "No?"

"Not you," he said, pointing at the review mirror. "Look!"

I followed his finger and saw a cop car signaling us to pull over.

"Wow," I said. "It's like they know which car I'm in, and just pull it over."

"I am NOT in the mood for this right now," Jacob said in a scary quiet voice.

I made note of the fact this his knuckles were turning white because he was gripping the wheel so hard.

"Hey," I said carefully, eyeing his hands. "Are you ok?"

He said nothing, and I watched as he slowly became more and more angry, to the point where the wheel was growing clear indents.

"You're crushing the wheel," I told him.

"That's what she said," he responded.

I made a face. "That literally makes zero sense."

"I am growing very angry," he said in his deathly quiet voice.

He was seriously scaring me.

The cop walked up next to the car and rapped his fingers against the glass.

Jacob made no move to roll down the window, so I reached over and did it for him.

The glass slowly lowered, and the cop opened his mouth, and said probably the worst thing he could have said in the moment.

"You suck at driving," the cop noted.

Jacob breathed out slowly, his face becoming a strange red color.

"Why. Does. Everyone. Keep. Saying. That," he forced out.

I scooted as far away as possible, and I noticed that the cop also took a step back.

"Um, I'm going to have to give you a ticket," the guy stammered, looking kind of scared.

Jacob laughed, a short, scary, humorless laugh. "I really don't think you want to do that right now."

The cop gulped. "I-it's my job."

Jacob slowly moved his gaze from his wheel to the cop.

"If you give me a ticket right now," Jacob began lowly, "It will be the last one you ever give."

The cop nodded, sweating, and slowly backed away from the car.

As soon as he was a meter back, he sprinted to his car and sped away.

I looked over at Jacob with a newfound respect in my eyes.

He felt my gaze and looked over at me.

At my stare, he look unsure. "What?"

"I mean..." I began, "That was kind of hot."

He slowly processed my words. Then he blinked.

"Really?" He said, looking at me carefully.

I shrugged. "Yeah. I have to admit, I'm kind of attracted to you right now."

A slow smile spread across his face.

Maybe this could work out after all.