What Gave it Away?

Who Let This Idiot Drive?

Just as I opened the passenger door to the car, I was tormented with Dylan yelling at the top of his voice.

"Stop yelling!" Cole bellowed, appearing from behind the seat.

"Get in loser, we're going shopping." Dylan pointed to the back seats with his thumb.

"For underwear or..."

Before I could even close the door fully, Dylan was speeding off. Clutching onto the seat for my life, I barely managed to buckle my seatbelt.

"Dylan you're driving a sedan not a fucking Lamborghini,"

Dylan didn't seem bothered by the comment, instead driving faster.

"Who let this idiot drive?" I ask as I got out of the car.

"Don't look at me, I didn't even want to be here," Cole looked at me, hands up in surrender.