The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Thirty-four: Sobs and Laughs

'Stop screaming! I'm losing focus.' Paris shouted back.

He was currently making the car drift on a curve.

'What do you want me to do?! Whisper?!' Scot retorted with sarcasm.

'Ugh. I think I'll vomit.' Lloyd complained.

We all turned in Lloyd's direction.

'Mamita had motion sickness.' I explained.

'Damn it! Don't you dare vomit in my car, Lloyd!' Paris warned.

I raised my brows at him. Does he love this car that much?

'Stop talking and drive faster, dumbass!' Scot ordered.

Paris rolled his eyes. 'I'm trying. Just calm down. I know a route here to easily get rid of these lousy drivers. Try to hold onto something.'

With that Paris maneuvered the car to turn left on a narrow lane in between two huge buildings. I was in awe when Paris managed to make the car pass through that thin path without a scratch. The other SUVs following us couldn't catch up. They wouldn't squeeze their cars on that narrow alley. However, the car jumped down on a stairway. This might be the reason why he told us to hold onto something. We all screamed as the car landed on the ground.

Scot huffed some air. 'Goodness! Paris, what was that?!' He yelled amused.

Paris sighed. 'Sorry, guys. I don't have a choice.'

'Good thing is we didn't die.' I said as I sigh a heavy breath to calm my nerves

'I think I'll vomit any minute now. Ugh.' Lloyd grunted as he held his stomach.

'Oh, shit! Don't you dare!' Paris panicked as he raced the car towards the highway.

He stepped on the gas then the car dashed on the paved road.

'Are we there yet?' I asked.

'Not yet, but almost.' Paris replied.

I leaned forward at the backrest of the shotgun seat where Lloyd was sleeping after vomiting everything he ate. I eyed Paris's serious face while driving on the longest highway I've ever seen.

'What are you looking at?' He chuckled.

'Nothing.' I shook my head, then smiled. 'Just trying to memorize every outline of your face. I don't have a photographic memory like you.'

'You're acting like I'm going to die. Stop that this instant.' Paris said in his funny British accent, then he chuckled once more.

His laugh was like music to my ears. It was low, yet sexy. I wish I could hear that every day. I could feel a lump forming in my throat. Who am I kidding? I would leave soon. I won't hear it again. I would miss it so bad.

'How are the others?' Paris asked.

I turned to Scot beside me, leaning his head on the backrest. It was a long drive. They were probably tired and stressed out in all that running away and being chased.

'Asleep.' I simply replied.

I noticed how his brows furrowed as he looked at me using the rearview mirror. 'Now you look gloomy. What's wrong?' Paris asked.

I didn't reply but gave him a quick smile. I can't help but feel gloomy about this. Though I don't want to let him know. But he could easily notice and it was too hard to lie to him these days. Unlike before, it was too easy. Every time he looks at me with those concerned bay blue eyes, my facial expressions fail me. It seems like his eyes had the power to control my facial expression, making it tell the truth.