I Swear, It Was Her Tone

{ARMANDO}

Maya's glare shut me. She breathes out, "get into the fucking car, McKnight!"

I am not a weakling. I am not!

I am not a weakling. I am not!

So, why the fuck am I driving Maya's car to her home?

I blame her tone; I blame her face. Don't forget her top.

Her tone reminds me of Blake's. How he used to reprimand me when I did something wrong.

I have tried my best not to stare at her through the rear-view mirror. I don't know if I am dreaming, but I can feel her eyes on the back of my head. Moreover, I am embarrassed because I said nothing after she told me to get into the fucking car.

I only walked with my tail between my legs and asked her to get at the back of the car with her mother, and that is how I am here, fucking driving.

God damn it!

As if the night wouldn't get any wrong.