Chapter 10

Ricky

I unconsciously dry my wet palms on my jeans, pushing the door open after wishing goodnight to my boss. My mind reminds me of not responding to Pat’s last message. I promise myself I’ll respond later after seeing Jasper waiting for me in his car.

He rhythmically taps his fingers on the steering wheel, miming a song. I’m sure he didn’t bother learning the lyrics. He is hilarious to look at.

“Hey!” he shouts, with a wide smile on his lips, “How was work today?”

My eyebrows rise in protest, sitting on the passenger seat. 

“You never ask that question, Jasper.”

“And I decided to ask today. I can be nice, you know,” he responds, firing the engine.

I hear myself in mockery and grab the bottle of water that he keeps in the back seat.

“Hey! I wanted to drink that!” He turns the car, almost hitting the car beside him. 

I gasp, creasing my eyebrows. “You should watch better where you are going.”

“Only if you hadn’t st