Fifty seven (II)

"We need to hurry; we're going to be later than I thought," she mutters, starting the engine before she entirely sits down.

"I told you we would be," he reminds her, rolling his eyes and sitting in silence.

"Are you nervous?" She asks, trying to make conversation while she tunes the radio.

"No," he responds, staring ahead of himself.

"Right," Avery mutters, stepping on the gas and willing her car to go faster.

She takes on the corners with little caution, and more than once Hayden has to hold himself back from cursing as he grabs onto the handle above the window.

When she nearly smashes into a tree, Hayden has had enough, and grabs the steering wheel.

"You crazy bitch, are you trying to get us both killed?" He glares at her, and she slaps his hands off the wheel.

"I don't want to be any later than we have to be," she comments, not looking over at him.

Well, that got his attention, Sonya quips.

"Well, we'll be very late if we're dead," he fires back, "I happen to have something to live