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"JESUS," STEVE MUTTERED TO himself from the drivers seat. They'd left Starcourt mall about ten minutes prior, and had been on the road since, listening to Dustin's directions. Now they were on a back street with hardly any overhead lights. "How far is this thing, man?"
"Relax," Dustin snapped. "We're almost there."
"You said that ten minutes ago," Jackie said over her shoulder. She could practically feel Dustin roll his eyes.
"That's because you both have the patience of toddlers."
"Suzie must be pretty special, huh?" Robin questioned from the backseat once they all lapsed into silence again. "I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?"
"I mean, no one's scientifically perfect, but Suzie's about as close to perfect as any human could possibly be."
"Awwww," Jackie teased. "Are you in loooovvvee?"
"Shut up," he leaned forward and smacked her head. She swatted him away immediately in return.
"You little shit! That's my thing, you asshole."
"Boo-hoo."
It was her turn to roll her eyes as she moved to face the front again, pulling her shorts farther down so her thighs wouldn't stick to the leather.
"She sound made-up to me," Erica stated. "She sound made-up to you?"
Steve opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. "Why are you hesitating, Steve?" Dustin accused.
"I'm—I'm not!" He defended, sharing a look with Jackie. "I'm not, okay? I'm not."
"He's not," Jackie repeated sarcastically.
"I think she sounds real. You know, totally, absolutely, real. Right, Jackie?"
"Oh for sure," she replied, the lie falling smoothly from her mouth. "I'd believe it. She's a lucky girl to be dating our little Dustin." Jackie gave the younger boy a teasing smirk, who flipped her off in response.
"Left," Dustin ordered randomly. "Turn left!"
"There's no street there you moron!" Jackie yelled. "Fuck, I need an Oh Shit handle!"
"Just turn left!"
Steve abruptly turned the wheel, and they ran straight into a wooden fence. He pressed harder on the gas as the car struggled to climb up the hill.
"Thank God this isn't your car!" Jackie yelled, squeezing her hands around the seatbelt.
