He agreed but then just ended up walking back inside.

What a jerk, even after I walked him home! I risked the fact that he could be a serial killer and kill me just to walk him home! And this is how he thanks me??

Suddenly the sound of an engine is heard and I turn around to face the black corvette as it slowly came out of the garage.

The very bright headlights shine in my direction causing me to squint my eyes. He makes the engine roar as he drives forward, like the annoying sound a motorcycle makes.

Show off, that was highly unnecessary.

He rolls the window down and looks at me, he doesn't say anything which makes the silence between us even more awkward. I interlock my hands and keep them in front of me.

"Are you gonna fucking get in or just stand there." He suddenly said and I rush to the other side of the car to get into the passenger seat.

The inside of the car was very tight since there was only two seats but it looked cool, kinda reminded me of being in like a space shuttle. The seats were a combination of red and black, and the buttons in the front would light up red.

"Nice car, mine looks just like this but bigger and better." I lie, I've been lying a lot since I met him.

Mostly because I knew he didn't care to even figure out if i was lying or not but also because I knew I wouldn't see him again after tonight.

He doesn't reply to me and keeps his eyes on the road. I glance at him and notice He's driving with one hand, he has a few tattoos of random things on his arms and hands. A couple of rings too and a dangling earring on his right ear.

I noticed how he only ever looked angry or intimidating, his face always remained neutral and didn't show much of what he felt. I wonder how he did that, I wish my face wouldn't give me away as easy as it does.

I know I probably should have asked but my hand reaches out for the radio and I quickly press the on buttons before he could even say anything.

"Don't touch it." He said but it was too late.

A song I'd recognized as Whitney Houston's voice came on and he switched hands on the steering wheel so that the other could turn off the radio.

I furrow my brows and cross my arms. He's absolutely no fun at all.

My stomach then rumbles and I hoped only I could hear that. I didn't eat anything when I came back from school because I got occupied and I had planned on eating when I came back home.

I pull out my phone and look at the time. It was now a little later than 8:30 and I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch at school.

I clear my throat before asking. "You Uh, ever been to McDonald's?" I glance at him.

He hums in response and I nod, then realizing he couldn't see me nodding so I acknowledged it out loud.

"Me too. If you're hungry, we could get some now... if you want." I secretly hoped he would just say yes because I'm starving and some chicken nuggets sound so good right now.

"I'll even pay. " I offered, I'll say anything just to get him to agree.

"I'm not hungry" he said and I roll my eyes, when he's not looking .

"Yeah, me neither." I nodded and then looked out the window.

It was silent again for about five seconds before I said something again.

"Please, can you pass by McDonalds?!? I haven't eaten anything all day but a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which I don't like but I had to eat because I was hungry at school. And as if it couldn't get any worse I had to sit at the peanut allergy table with Timmy Mackler, who's always sitting there because he loves peanuts and I'm pretty sure everyone was staring at me and laughing. So please. Drive to McDonald's." I rambled, I could get a little feisty when I went a long time without eating.

I get it from my dad. What can I say. Food is a source of energy and it takes a lot of energy for me to be this nice all the time.

I hear a sigh come from his lips and I don't know if that was a sign that he will go to McDonald's or now. So I crossed my fingers and hoped that my rant would convince him.

I finally see him driving towards a McDonald's near by and I internally scream in joy.

He goes through the drive through and makes me say my order, which was kind of difficult because the lady couldn't hear me so I had to repeat it over two times.

"So now might be a good time to tell you that I didn't bring any money." I said innocently, taking a bite from my chicken nugget.

"You're the one who fucking offered to pay." I can tell he's angry.

"I did, didn't I. Chicken nugget?" I offer him a nugget, putting it in front of his face.

I secretly hoped he would say no so that I could have it all to myself. Luckily he declined my offer and huffed and puffed as he took out his credit card to pay.

"I don't know if it's just me or if you feel the same way, but I think we're getting along pretty well." My words come out all at once since I was stuffing my face with chicken nuggets and fries.

You gotta eat them both at the same time, you can't eat just the chicken nuggets first and then the fries. You gotta really take a nugget, then take a bite of the fries as you alternate between the two.

"That's just you." He mumbles but I'm too occupied with my food at the moment to really even care.

Silence falls between us again as he drives me home now, because I was busy eating. His phone starts ringing and I was sure he wouldn't pick it up because you know, he was driving.

But he picks it up. I hope he knows that people die this way, never use your phone while driving.

That's like Driving 101.

He uses his left hand to steer the wheel and puts his phone against his ear with the other.

"Why are you fucking calling me now?" He expresses angrily. I would be afraid if I was the person on the other end of the phone.

But I wasn't so I don't care. I take a sip of my drink and just listen in to his conversation for entertainment.

"Can't you do that yourself?" He says and his driving is starting to make me nervous.

"I'm fucking busy. Leave me alone." He grumbles and then hangs up the phone. He quickly glances at me and I quickly turn my head to pretend like I wasn't listening.

"You better not drop any food in my car." He sounds so grumpy all the time.

"I won't." I said and wipe my hands on my shorts, thankfully they were black.

I finished eating a while ago and was now sipping on my coke. Coca Cola not cocaine.

I was finally starting to feel tired and was close to dozing off. I put the drink in between my legs to hold it and laid my head on the window.

I felt myself start to drift away into some deep sleep when I felt something cold running down my thighs.

I lowly gasp when I see the drink spilled and the soda was getting all over the seat.

Luckily Heath hadn't noticed yet so I quickly try cleaning it off with my sweater.

"I fucking told you not to spill anything." He startles me when he speaks and I take in a dee breath.

"Technically, you said not to spill any food.. this is a drink not food.." I said lowly, probably not the best idea to be a smart pants at this time.

"Shut the fuck up and clean it. I don't care if you have to use your clothes to clean it." He spits out angrily and all I can think about is that this is the most he's ever said to me.

Maybe spilling this drink was a good thing. I sigh, taking off my sweater and wiping off the sofa from his car seat.

Great, now I really have to do laundry. This is my favorite sweater.

"There, all clean. I'd say it looks even clear than before." I smile but then wipe it off my face when I see he wasn't smiling.

I actually stay quiet the rest of the ride and he finally stops in front of my house.

"Thanks for the ride and the food and for paying and for not killing me even when you could." I said trying to think of everything.

I think that pretty much covers it.

I remove my seat belt and get out of the car.

I lean down into the window and smile.

"Goodnight, Heath." I said almost leaving.

"Oh yeah and remember to never use your phone while driving. You could get hurt or maybe even die." I said and waited for him to say something but he didn't.

With that I turned around and finally went home.

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I appreciate you guys for reading 😫☺️🙏🏼

7/2/22