What?
“I mean, he went from insulting and threatening me forassumptions9 years ago, and now he basically gives me the go ahead to fuck you in my car, and I—”
“Wait, what?” I yell, eyes widening. “What do you mean, fuck me in—”
“Not the point, Prudence!”
“Yes, the point,Nathaniel! What the hell are you talking about?”
He releases a heavy sigh, shaking his head slightly, and frowning at the barely visible road ahead. The rain is pouring harder than five minutes ago andwe can barely see in front of us.
“Fuck— we have to stop, it’s not safe driving like this.”
“Oh no, no, no, you won’t get out of this weird conversation like this! What did you—”
The car stops abruptly, pulling a surprised gasp out of me—effectively shutting me up—and the engine shuts down. Nate unbuckle his seat belt, saying “I’m not trying to get out of any conversation, but if we keep driving under this rain we’re going to fucking die.” He presses the button to free my own seat belt then keeps talking. “Also, I’m starving. So I’m going to get out of the car, get a jacket from the trunk to cover your head and your damned see-through shirt, open your door, and we’ll run towards the door of the restaurant just a few feet away.”
I’m staring at him with a dumbfounded look on my face and he stares right back for what seems to be ages.
“Do you understand, Prudence?”
After a few more seconds, I nod reluctantly.
I guess I’m stuck with him a little longer, and I guess we’re going to talk about how my brother came to give him his blessing to fuck me in his car.
Whatever that means.
12
DEFINITELY NOT GAY
Prudence: I didn’t know Nate was an Uber Driver.
Jack: Oh, good, he found you.
Jack: And there were no drivers available, so he offered to pick you up.
Prudence: A little heads up would have been appreciated.
Jack: With the little fight from yesterday, I was afraid you’d be irrational.
Prudence: Irrational?
Jack: Yeah. Like refuse and walk home.
Jack: Or go with Grumpy Guy even though you seem pissed at him.
Jack: You’re gonna have to tell me what happened by the way.
Prudence: I’m not irrational.
Jack: Yeah, you kinda are.
PRUDENCE
This is awkward.
Like, gut clenching and skin crawling awkward.
