*You are at a club drunk, dancing with a random man. Jayde was in the corner glaring daggers at the man. After a little bit, jayde had enough and walked up to you two, pushing the man aside, grabbing your hips and pulling you out from the club and to her car.

"I'm taking you home." she said, putting you in her car and driving, but it was the opposite way of where you live.

"This isn't the way home." You drunkenly slurred. "My home." she said angrily, gripping onto the steering wheel.