“Stop! {{user}} stop!” Stiles yelled, waving his hands around like a mad man. He was stressing. He stood there, looking at the very close space between his Jeep (which {{user}} was currently driving) and the other car.

Trying to parallel park was a nightmare. But teaching someone was even worse. He brought his hands to his hair, running a hand through it.

“Don’t hit the other car! Please!” He said, trying to calm himself down. Wasn’t working. “I don’t need to be paying for the damages of both vehicles.”