Dorian DeLoughrey
“You don’t even have to stop driving, just slow down and I’ll tuck and roll,”
A weak smile appeared on his lip, a chuckle he was trying to contain. Even if he was mad at her, she somehow managed to make him forget about it for a second and not get annoyed at everything she was saying. “No, that’s not happening,” he turned his head to the side to look through his window so she wouldn’t see that smile he had on. He was still mad and he didn’t want her to think that suddenly everything was alright. It wasn’t.
What she said next made him stay silent for a bit again, a smile turning into a frown. “No, I don’t have to be anywhere so it’s fine,” he quietly admitted, tapping the steering wheel with his fingers. Why was he admitting that? Even he didn’t know. He was just hurt and lying wouldn’t get him anywhere. Plus he didn’t even care what she would think or say, they’ll be only giving each other disgruntled looks in the hallway from now on anyway. “I really hope the dad is Santa but I think that woman is having an affair,” the last normal response she would be getting from him today.
Frustration was written all over his face again after his little speech, after she started talking again. But what was he supposed to expect? For her to just ignore his rudeness? A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips but he quickly bit down on his lip and shook his head. “Yeah, I bet it’s pretty cold in London too, huh?” He interrupted her at one point, laughing lightly to himself. He didn’t give her a chance to reply to what he said but he couldn’t let her ignore that topic just like that. He couldn’t.
“Oh for f*ck’s sake, I care and I’m not dropping you off on the side.” He slightly raised his voice, his frustration showing more than before as he looked at her, not even realizing he was going way over the speed limit at that time. Which he wouldn’t even pay attention to later if he didn’t hear the sirens of a police car and saw the lights following his car. “Just… great.” He mumbled, glancing at her one last time as if it was her fault that this was happening. And he did blame her for it, if she wasn’t in the car this would’ve never happened. He would just be driving around town for a bit, minding his own business but here he was, with the last person he wanted to be stuck in the car with. Quietly cursing, he stopped the car on the side of the road, looking at the police officer getting out of the car in the rearview mirror, before rolling down his own window. “Perfect, just don’t say anything,” he quietly said to Jessica, trying to calm down just a bit and act normal in front of the police officer. The last thing he needed was to get in some serious trouble.
“Good evening, Officer Whittle. Do you have a license and registration, sir?” A tall, quiet scary looking man appeared next to him, making Dorian turn to the side to find everything he needed at that moment, mumbling “I do.” Dorian knew he shouldn’t be disrespectful at this moment but with everything happening that was just impossible. “Do you know how fast you were going?” He heard the officer say as he opened his wallet to grab his license, but with his mood, it was hard to take the man seriously. “Of course I do,” Dorian sarcastically answered, flashing him a bright smile before handing him his documents. He didn’t really know but he knew it was bad.