Determined not to be late again or miss any of my morning class, I scurried with my heels loudly clicking against the cement pavement in the parking lot. Before I could reach my car, I spotted Luther leaning on his blue Bugatti, obviously waiting for me.
When he saw me coming, he opened the passenger seat door for me to get in. Did he forget our arrangement? Today was Wednesday which meant I got to drive my own car. Also, we had our big fight last night and he just marched out without apologizing nor had we reconciled. So, why the hell was he here?
“I’ll take my car,” I said in a calm but firm voice.
“Get in,” he ordered, not backing off.
Thinking it was too early for an argument and that I was running late for my class, I quietly climbed into the passenger’s seat.
Luther closed the
