The Drive to Your Heart

In which an eccentric college freshman is determined to get her very own driver's license. But a young and not-very-friendly driving instructor doesn't seem like he wants her to pass.

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"Hey, don't make it obvious, but there are these guys behind us, and they've been checking us out for the last five minutes." Karla whispered, leaning over the table.

"Screw the guys, Karla!" I practically shouted, exasperated. "I'm worried about my license and an asshole instructor! I don't have time to be bothered about guys. If my parents find out I've been failing all these tests, I'll never get a car at this rate."

Karla's eyes remained fixed on that table. "Um, I think one of them is motioning for us."

Without bothering to look, I flipped my middle finger in the general direction of the table behind me. Karla gasped, quickly reaching over to pull my hand down as a burst of laughter erupted from behind.

"Don't do that!" she hissed. "It's rude."

I rolled my eyes and finally turned around to see what their deal was. My eyes widened, and I instantly whipped back around, my hand flying to cover my face.

"Oh crap. I did not just curse him," I muttered hysterically, chewing on my lip.

"What...?" Karla raised a brow, confused by my sudden change in demeanor.

I gave her a mortified stare. "That's my instructor!"

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[a story inspired by a reel]