The engine hums smoothly as I speed down the road, the sleek black car speeding through the diminishing afternoon rays. The smirk on my face feels permanent, a satisfying reminder of the little victory I just achieved. Abigail—standing there all alone, holding her bag, looking like she was seconds from falling.
Pathetic.
Aiden, in the passenger seat, laughs loudly, his voice breaking through the rhythmic melody of the tires on the pavement. “You should’ve seen her face, man! Priceless. She looked like she was gonna puke.”
“She was shaking,” Jaxon adds from the backseat, his mouth almost full with the remains of a burger. “Full-on trembling. I thought she was gonna pass out right there in the library.”
Their laughter fills the car, loud and annoying , but for once, it doesn’t an
