"Do you really think I care about traffic laws?" Cameron snapped.
"You have to! I don't care if you're a warlock or the tooth-fairy, I'll cuff you right now!" Dylan exclaimed as Cam ran the fifth red light in a span of twenty minutes. The car screeched to the side as he made a sharp left, throwing Dylan against the glass window.
"I'll sew your lips shut and teleport you to the Antarctic if you don't stop bugging me," Cam grumbled, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
I groaned in the backseat. The two men had been on it since like forever now and my mind was going blank because of their stupid arguments. Dylan had forced himself in the front seat while Cam had to drive.
I didn't really care who sat where so I quietly slipped into the backseat.
The two had started bickering since
