Chapter Thirteen
“Why is this car so damn small?” I moaned, squashed by Martin and Todd’s broad shoulders. Despite me being all of their mate, I didn’t get the nice seat in the front with all the leg space.
“Because I don’t need to overcompensate,” Hector chimed in from in the driver’s seat.
“I wouldn’t know about that,” I pouted, pushing out my bottom lip. I caught Hector’s eyes in his back mirror and hoped he knew just how much I wanted him.
“I’m quite comfy,” Rachel chirped, happily gesturing to all the space she had in the front seat.
“Lucky,” I mumbled, softly kicking her chair. “I still think we should’ve taken my car.”
“Your car is even smaller than mine!” Hector shouted.
“Yes, but at least I could have driven and gotten more space. I feel like a sardine. Or a hot dog… Hmmm.
