JALOUX
The ride home resembled an eternity. We were in my Mustang, and Aidan was taking his aggression out on my car. I decided the pouty child needed to be called out, so I spoke up. “Care to share?” I was snide, but he deserved worse.
“I’m not in a talkative mood right now, if you don’t mind?” He clenched his teeth as he grinded the gears.
“Suit yourself, but you’re going to strip the gears if you keep jerking the stick that way,” I said in a devil-may-care tone.
“If I damage your car, I’ll buy you another.”
“Whatever!” I slipped down in the seat and leaned my head back. Let him blow off some steam. If I were in his shoes, I’d feel betrayed too. Aidan and I definitely needed to talk. Considering his mood now, I’d approach him tomorrow. Not only did I have questions for him, I needed
