God, I'd been such an idiot.
But that was a story for another time, when I wasn't in the middle of grand-theft nanny-mobile.
The driver said, "Fuck! He's not giving up!"
I couldn’t resist. "Told ya."
The funny thing was, we weren't going terribly fast. The slick roads made it literally impossible – not to mention, the visibility was horrendous, like driving thorough a sea of swirling cotton balls.
In reality, we were driving barely above the speed limit. Still, we were going a lot faster than was safe – especially Mason.Hedidn't have four-wheel drive. No, whathehad was a reckless disregard for his own safety.
Idiot.
But I guess I said that already, didn't I?
And even though our history had been on the rocky side, I knew in my heart, I'd be crushed if anything bad happened to him.
So who was the idiot now?
Me.
That's who.
As I watched, the sedan lurched forward, as if Mason had abandoned all reason. My stomach clenched.Oh, God.
I whirled forward and yelled to the driver, "Seriously, just stop, alright?"
"No way," he said. "I told you, that guy's fucking nuts."
I whirled again to look behind us.Oh, yeah.Mason had definitely lost his mind. Already, the sedan was closing in on us fast, like he was putting the pedal to the metal in spite of a million fluffy reasons to do just the opposite.
Suddenly, his sedan shifted lanes and roared forward. Within mere moments, it passed us in a blur of speed and disrupted snow.
The guy in the driver's seat said, "What the fuck?"
But then, a split-second later, Mason's car swerved directly in front of us. The female screamed, and I might've too.
It was like Masonwantedus to hit him.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when that's exactly what happened. With a sickening crash, our SUV slammed into the back of Mason's sedan and sent both of our vehicles spinning.
I heard a series of bangs as airbags deployed all around us – in the front and even on the sides. The guy in the driver's seat gave a girlish scream as we spun like five times before coming to a slow stop in the shallow ditch.
Frantically, I glanced around.
I was okay.
And so, apparently, were the two idiots in front, because already, they were arguing about whose fault it was.
The female yelled, "You should've swerved!"
He yelled back, "Ididswerve!"
"Yeah, but you swerved too much!"
"What?Youwanna drive?"
"I can'tnow," she said. "The car's toast."
