The drive is slow, and annoyingly long, even I that had ran the distance before is surprised it's taking this long that I turn to him, much to my utter disappointment as I had planned to be silent all through and say "Do you even know where you're going?"
"Of course I do" He says, his eyes still on the road "School"
I roll my eyes "I mean, do you know the road? It's seemingly taking forever"
"I know" He says "Longcuts are clearly underrated"
I face him, annoyed "Why would you even take a longcut?! We're already late as it is!"
"You don't really care about being late of course" He says "You just want to be out of this car and away from me"
"Because you're weird"
"Good, we have something in common then"
I stare at him, no, glare, and if looks could kill, I am sure his head wouls be r
