The screeching of tires pulls me out of my thoughts. The car lurches to an abrupt stop and I'm thrown forward, my head connected with the dashboard with so much force. I wish I had worn a seat belt, but I didn't because of my shoulder. Warm blood trickles down the bridge of my nose and I mutter a curse. That seems to bring the stupid man on my left back to reality.
"s**t! Crinka are you okay?"
"Do I look okay!", I yelled, taking my hair out of my eyes so that I could have a proper look at Sia. I gasp when I see the i***t biting back a smile. Had he done that on purpose?
"You did this on purpose? What is wrong with you, Sia? Are you trying to kill me?"
"Always bringing murder into everything, Crinka. I thought you were asleep since you were closing your eyes and giving me silent treatme
