you were royally fucked. paige was going to kill you. as she marched you to her car towards the back of the lot, you kept looking at her, trying to read her. but you couldn’t, which stressed you out even more.

god, why did you have to shut off your location? why’d you not tell her where you were going? you fucked up, clearly.

when you reached her car, you reached for the door handle before your hand was pushed away.

“don’t piss me off right now, bro.” she muttered, opening your door for you, as she always did.

now you were in the car, protected by tinted windows and silence. moreso consumed by it.

paige didn’t start the car. she didn’t turn on a light. she didn’t even speak. it was just quiet and dark. she took a deep breath, turning the ignition after a long moment.

the overhead light flickered on, revealing her perfect fucking face. your admiration was interrupted by her voice.

“are you out of your fucking mind?” she asked, turning in her seat to look at you. her hands were folded in her lap, one knee resting against the center console and the other leg spread lazily.

you were too nervous to speak. you had nothing to hide. you just wanted a night out with your friends. you mentally facepalmed yourself for not just being honest.

“it’s in your best interest to answer me.” she added following your silence. you miraculously found the will to activate your vocal cords and answer with a whispered “no.”

“you’re not? great. then why the fuck are you all of a sudden lying to me?” her head tilted to the side a little before she went on. “and i’m not saying the fit isn’t hard, but why the fuck are you half naked right now?”