Chapter 203

I remember when she was sixteen, when we had both turned sixteen and Oakley had gotten her driver's licence as fast as she could. I thought someone owning a driver's licence made them a certified and capable driver, but yet the one day that we had decided to rent a car, the one day that she had rented a car and flashed them her driver's licence with something of confidence, that was the same day that I got into a chronic fear of having Oakley drive anything.

I realise that with the way she pushed the shopping cart whenever we went to the supermarket so hastily, that should have warned me a little bit about how careful she will deal with a car. The way she would simply push shopping carts like she was driving a race car and make a ruckus everywhere should have informed me enough of her capability at driving.

Instead, I had let myself be excited, I had let myself be excited at the fact that finally I had a friend who could drive. It was a bitter lesson when I found out that Oakley could do nothing like driving.

We had received curses on that day, curses from people whom we had almost crashed into because Oakley was simply a lousy driver. She was probably one of the most lousiest drivers that i had ever met, and even up to this point I still dread her controlling any sort of vehicle.

"But why???" she asks, her voice a little bit imploring. Eras starts the engine, his eyes have taken something of a more decided stare The smooth humm of the engines makes me settle into that feeling of calm, knowing that he isn't going to trust Oakley with his car.

It would be a bummer if she was to scratch it, and it will be an even bigger bummer if I was to let her trick him into driving. It is simply a sin to let Oakley drive.

"It is an abomination to see you driving" I say and she gives me something of an hurt look, gasping so dramatically you would have thought she was having a seizure.

 Eras releases a very pleasant laughter, a very pleasant laughter that makes me all the more aware that I am sitting exactly opposite him.

I know this isn't the first time that I have done it, but yet I'm guessing that it hasn't been frequent enough. It hasn't really been much of a normalcy for me to sit in the front of a car and see that the driver is a stunningly handsome guy my age, and I'm guessing that it is just this that suddenly makes me feel self-conscious.

That pleasant laughter that he had released made me know that I am sitting exactly beside him.

"You know you're a killjoy" Oakley says and I stick out my tongue looking at her.

"It's better for me to be a killjoy and be alive, than for me to allow you drive and find myself in a pit the next hour".