Chapter 22. Uncomfortable

It hurt to sit still, and it was hard to stay still. Usually, I get car sick on long trips, but not on short ones like this one. But I know that if I just stare out the window and don’t eat, it won’t help.

I swallow a few times, but then I have to get some air because I can’t take it any longer. I push the button on the back window to let air into the car.

"Fuck." Nash makes a grunting sound and puts his hand to his ear. "Turn that off, it buzzes too loudly and hurts my ears:" I knew what he meant, but I wanted to be sure, so I wrote it down.

"Could we open all of them or do something else to make things right?" I ask.

"Why would I do that when it’s hot outside but cool in my car?" I don’t look at him when he asks. "What do you know? My point, my car, or my rules don’t need to be proven." In a final tone, he says, "Like a dick," and presses the button on the driver’s door. I watch as the window goes