Chapter 7 : Sawyer Montegomery

Brooks’ POV

I feel so out of place in Sawyer’s car. The light brown cappuccino colored leather seats are shiny and look brand new. There wasn’t a crack in the corner of the windshield like in my dad’s car. No old broken stereo on the dashboard.

“What?” He laughs at my quietness. Looking at me while we wait for the light to turn green. The breeze coming through the half rolled down windows, ruffling his hair.

“Nothing, it’s just this is a really nice car.”

“Awwe, thanks man. My dad got it for me as a birthday present after I passed my driver's test.” We continue driving making turns here and there. I have no fucking clue where the hell he’s taking me. It’s unnerving. Having no control.