Culprit

Tyron's pov

"Beeeeeep— Boogsh!!"

"Hey!" I snapped when I felt someone hit my back, turning my head towards her direction, I gave her a death glare.

"Stop hitting me, will you?!" I complained but she just curled her upper lips and rolled her eyes at me.

"What now? Have you already imagined what might happen to you once you didn't let me take you home?" She raised her eyebrow, but instead of answering her, I tilted my head the other way, resisting myself from rolling my eyes at her.

Fucking annoying.

"Let's go, get your ass up there, and you better not waste my time rushing here just to warn you what kind of danger might catch you off." Face frowning, she stood up and immediately pulled my arm to follow her. I Irritatedly rubbed my nape and loudly sighed.

"Wait, how about my car? We'll just leave this here? Nevermind, just go by yourself—"

"Don't worry, I'll take it to your house after I take you home. You're talking too much nonsense, why don't you just get in? You're wasting my time