CHAPTER 65

  Greg was munching on one of the pastries with his left hand while keeping the other one on the steering wheel.

  “You’re supposed to use both hands while driving,” I muttered under my breath and he raised a brow at me through the mirror and deliberately took another bite.

  “Would you like to take over?”

  “If I die then my ghost is going to haunt you forever,” I said with a pout.

  “If you die then I’m dead as well so there’s no haunting for you.” He said and I rolled my eyes, “I’ve been driving for years Charlie calm down.”

  “How old are you anyways?” I asked and he scoffed.

  “I find it insulting that you don’t know how old I am.”

  “Are you going to tell me or not?”

  “Is this how we’re going to spend the entire ride?” Logan cut in, “With both of you bickering like children?”

  “Well I’m still a child,” I said with a shrug.

  “You’re nineteen,” he deadpanned, “You’re not a child.”