~°~Chapter Forty-six~°~

Virgil is the one driving today and Dale rides shotgun even though it's Dale's car, Virgil's car is supposed to come over the summer break.

They're waiting on the road so I walk down the driveway and out the white gate, I'm in a grey t-shirt and black jeans, a pale pink scarf around my neck.

As I get closer to the back door, three doors open simultaneously, making me step back a bit.

Apparently, Dale and Virgil had wanted to open the door for me but Shana being herself, did it from the inside.

"Thank you." I mutter, getting in.

The mutinous expressions on Dale and Virgil's faces are almost funny but I'm too traumatized to laugh.

"You shouldn't have to wear this scarf if it weren't for those two morons in front." Shana sympathizes with me.

"Ah, it's fine." I mumble distractedly, pulling the scarf higher.

"You don't need to have it on in the car." Shana insists, snatching up the scarf.