shots - spooky

eight - too much to talk about

Yajel

"So do you want to talk about what happened back there?", Spooky asks driving slowly around the corner.

"I'm not sure what you are talking about", I cross my arms and stare out the window. I wasn't lying, I wasn't sure why I had done what I did. Something in me just felt like I needed to teach them a lesson.

"You fuckin-", he pauses.

My eyes grow wide and I search around the car for a moment. He parks in a nearby spot and turns to face me.

"What are you looking for?", he asks.

"Who the hell you are talking to, cause if it's me you got me fucked up", I look him straight in the eyes. He holds this unreadable expression and I feel the strong urge to punch him in his jaw, but he is just so damn fine.

"Don't you dare", he says.

"How do you know what I'm going to do?", I scrunch up my face and take off my seatbelt, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic.

"Because sweetheart the last time you looked at me like that you punched me in the face", he sighs and returns to his seat, laying back his head.

I stare at his strong jaw that tenses as he chews the toothpick in his mouth. The way his Adam's apple bobs up and down with the slightest movement of his mouth. 

"Don't sweetheart me, I'm bad for business", I point out to him and cross my arms.

"Yajel I'm not going to argue with you until you put a fucking shirt on", he runs his hands over his face in frustration.

I look down at my attire a blue lace bra is the only fabric covering my upper half. With all the anger rushing through me putting my shirt back on completely slipped my mind. A devious idea comes to me.

"But- Why?", I ask leaning closer to his side of the car. His eyes roll to the roof, he clenches his jaw tighter. It's a beautiful sight.

"Just put on your shirt and we can discuss anything you would like", he speaks through his hands.

"This is stupid", I feel a rush of irritation. I put my shirt back on and buckle in.

"That I made you put on a shirt?", he chuckles finally giving me eye contact.

"No."

"Yajel what's up with you?", he genuinely sounds concerned.

"Nothing, I'm fine. You going to take me home or what?", I feel impatient, I want to get drunk and cry myself to sleep. My emotions have been such a rollercoaster since the move here, I hate this fucking state.

"So you just gonna- alright", he starts the car and I turn to the window. His driving is fast and dangerous but I honestly don't care, I'm kind of hoping we get in an accident. Anything to bring an end to this.

"Thank you for the ride, I appreciate it", I say with a shred of sarcasm.

He just scoffs and pulls into his own driveway.

I open the front door and find King speaking quietly on the phone. I don't even bother him with conversation, I grab whatever alcohol bottle I can find on the counter and head to my room.