“Shotgun!” I called as I walked towards the car and Adrian walked around to the passenger’s side and opened the door but quickly let go of the handle. His hand was soaked in syrup and I snorted. I can’t believe it lasted that long!
“Really? You did this door, too?” He gave me a flat look. I smiled innocently as he rolled his eyes but walked inside to wash his hands. He came outside with a glove and a sponge. He put on the plastic glove and used the sponge to rip the syrup packet out from under and he washed the side of the car and under the handle before he threw out the glove and sponge. He opened the door for me and I sat down.
“Who are we picking up?” I asked nervously. I fidgeted in my seat. His friends would probably laugh at me. I suddenly had the urge to unbuckle my seat belt and
