U Driving Me Crazy Novels & Stories

Frida I drive like a mad woman to my parent's house, racing through my neighborhood with my heart pounding in my chest. The neighbors glare daggers at me for driving like an idiot when I jump out of the car, but I don't care. I left Stan in the goddamn basement without his insulin, and now I'm terrified I might have accidentally killed him. Shit. He better not be dead; he cannot be dead!

Windows up, sun melting my will to live, trapped in my own head with nothing but the memory of that call and a half-eaten protein bar? That was its own kind of torture. I reached over and cranked up the volume on the car stereo. My playlist—something loud, angry, full of bass and distorted guitar—roared through the speakers. Something that matched the heat prickling under my skin and the pressure mounting behind my eyes. The guy in the car next to me—some middle-aged douche in a button-up shirt—glared at me through the window, eyebrows knitted like I’d just kicked his dog. I rolled my window down halfway. “The fuck you looking at?” I shouted over the music.

My foot connected with something that gave way with a satisfying crack, a feral growl ripping from my bloodied lips. “Dammit!” the driver cursed. “She broke the tail light, the little bitch!” “It doesn’t matter,” David said calmly. “When we get paid, you can buy a whole new car.” “Fuck a car,” the driver said with a chuckle. “I’m going somewhere warm and getting one of those motorbikes. What are they called… Vespas?” “Vespas are for girls,” I heard David retort. Their casual demeanor left me infuriated, although when I tried to reach for my wolf’s strength again, it was useless; the drugs they had given me had weakened me too much, only leaving me able to scream and snarl like a feral animal

By the third hour, I am singing loudly to Tate McRae, not caring that people are looking at me strangely as I nod my head along and trying to not tap my foot to the beat. By the fifth hour, my legs are cramping so badly that I have to stop at a garage to empty my bladder and stretch my legs. I am still seven hours away, my ten hour drive turning into a far longer drive as I try to stay well under the speed limit, scared that I might get pulled over or that I might end up never making it because I caused a crash or something.

With a sharp turn, I drove into the main road, heading straight to that one place where I would find Derek. The car sped along the road, flying past the others at a maddening speed but somehow, it didn't feel enough. My anger was growing. My hatred was skyrocketing and my fear was slamming hard against every other rationality left. I stepped on the gas, and the car jerked forward as I drove past the corner of a trailer. Curses followed behind me but I couldn't care less. I didn't slow down. I drove at a crazy speed just as my thoughts were driving me into insanity so fast.

022 THE SWITCH AURORA I'm in Uber as soon as I leave the athletic building. While I'm being frantic thinking about the fifty-thousand-dollar duet announcement, the uneasy truce with Sofia, I'm also trying to be cool about having Claudia here. The driver drives slowly while I mutter words under my breath that I hope he can't make out. He must think I'm crazy. Whoops. I just want him to drive as fast as he can so I can go pick up my best friend.

I am insane, literally. ----

He raises an eyebrow at me, unimpressed. I roll my eyes and reply after huffing. "I can be a lot of things, but being crazy is the last thing I am." He growls and hurls a few curses, with his face cold as stone, rough calloused fingers reaches over for the radio and Madonna's 'Like A Virgin' blasts from the speakers. He starts the car and shifts into the gear and drives us out of the surrounding of the old abandoned house that is the only house on the motionless, thick bushy surroundings.

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."

I sighed aloud as I drove away from Banner, and the group of people who deserved a lot more respect than what I was showing by leaving the way I did. For the reason I was. To get my mind off things, I turned my car stereo on and sped a little faster than I normally would. My girl Ava Max was right in the middle of her chorus for “Sweet But Psycho”, and I moved my hips sensually to the beat, applying a fresh coat of balm from my Tonymoly Mini applicator in “Cherry”. Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she’s screamin’ “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind”