Palms extending toward the knobs, he wavers like he’s trying to find the ‘on’ switch. I watch in amusement, digging through a bowl of apples.
Pulling out the one at the very bottom. I hold it up to the light, admiring all the bruises. Weighed down from carrying the weight of all the others.
I take a large bite, perfect.
“That does seem like an easier solution,” Abram notes, scratching at the back of his neck.
The apple doesn’t take me long to eat and before I know it, it is time to go. Can’t say I am in the biggest hurry to go, but I have a feeling if I am late, Finn wouldn’t hesitate to leave without me.
I have a car. I just don’t know where I am going.
A whoosh of something flies past my face at the entry. My book bag is now laying in a heap,barelymissing my face. I shoot Finn a disapproving glare.
His mouth flattens, tugging his own backpack on.
Dick.
Outside, a black Aston Martin Vanquish sits at the bottom of the steps. I take my time climbing down them, mentally scolding myself the other day for not running when I had the chance.
Finn is already in the car, revving the engine the longer I take teetering along.
“What’s with the purple seats?”
He shrugs, looking out the side mirror, and back over his shoulder, saying nothing.
Great chat.
Bored and tired of twiddling my thumbs, I reach for the radio. He swats my hand away. I scoff, doing it again. He grabs my hand, shoving it away with a growl.
“Don’t touch my things,” he barks, wiping at the knob with his blazer sleeve.
I look out the window with a huff. Nothing interesting to see but lines of crowded trees harboring both sides of the road.
This drive seems never-ending.
“Are we almost there?”
Finn pulls out his glasses, putting them on as the sun starts to peek over the horizon. The car driving for several more miles before it starts to slow.Finally.We made it.
I look out the window, my fingers hesitating on the handle. I don’t see anything but a wooded area. Not a brick, stone, or boulder, in sight.
I whip my head around. “Where are we?”
“Drop off,” Finn says, casually glancing at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair.
“Where are the other students?”
“At the school.”
“So, take me there,” I sass, crossing my arms.
He makes a buzzer noise. “No can do.”
My eyes narrow to slits. A knot forming in the back of my neck as my lips stay tightly pinched together. Finn, not in a hurry to further elaborateormove his car, fixing a stray hair instead.
I grit my teeth. “Why not?”
“I don’t like you.” He speaks slowly, condescending.