FINN.
Who the hell could be driving so recklessly?
I had nearly been hit by the car. If my reflexes hadn't been fast enough, I would have been hit and definitely injured. I was so angry and I was going to give the driver a piece of my mind and something to think about.
Scarlett was on the other side, watching and waiting for me to drive over to her, but I was going to take a little bit of time to speak to this bastard driver.
Thankfully, his glass wound down and my eyes met with a blond-haired man who looked like he was from a band from the sixties.
"You fucktard! Watch where you're going when you're driving next time!" I snapped. "I know you're suicidal, but don't drag some of us who still want to live along with you while driving to your death, okay?!"
The blond guy popped his head
