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I'd have run us over if Kyle didn't switch gears.

How in heaven's name did he expect me! Someone who has never been behind a wheel ever to drive us both safely?

We had to pull over somewhere by the roadside and switch. I let him take control of the wheel and I sat there acting all grumpy and shit. Murmuring to him words somewhere along the lines of leaving me to drive and leading us both to our graves.

He'd only laughed it off saying something about my friendship with Alice robbing off on me, although he looked terrified. My guy had to stand outside the lonely streets for a good thirty seconds catching his breath and holding his throat in pretense of false suffocation, making those weird constipated faces he's fund of.

And he says I'm the dramatic one.

Now it's past nine at night, and I'm standing right here in front of my school.... or bet