Turning Tables (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

"Who told you to get into my car?" 

He stops talking instantly after he hears my question. Bead of sweats start appearing on his forehead. Have I told you how much I love watching him fidgeting nervously? 

"I-I th-thought... I-I'm sorry..." There it is. Another habit of his that I hate. Stuttering like a fool. 

"I'm just kidding," No, I'm not. I'd rather driving alone in my car than stuck with you and hear your constant blabbering, "of course you can get into my car, you silly." 

He lets out a deep breath of relief, clutching his chest while doing so, "I thought I've somehow annoyed you." 

I roll my eyes inwardly. If only he knew how many times he has annoyed me. 

"You'll never annoy me." It seems that I'm pretty good at faking smile and stuffs based on how bright his face right now. He'd totally buy everything that I say. Poor puppy is too gullible to live in this harsh world. 

He gives me a shy little smile after that, smile that most people would find adorable, but I only think that it makes him look like a stupid, typical carrier that got nothing in his pretty head. 

"Can I plug in my iPod?" he stares at me hopefully. I grit my teeth silently. I hate it when people touch my car stereo, but what can I do? For the sake of my mission, I have to let him do anything to get on his good side. Ugh. This kid annoys me so much. 

"Sure." Seething inside, I keep my mouth shut as he rummages through his bag to find his iPod. 

"I can't believe I forgot my iPod," he moans softly, "I don't know any of your songs," he pouts as his hands scroll through my playlist. Of course he doesn't know my favorite songs. He probably only listens to those stupid pop songs. 

"Too bad," I reply off-handedly though I'm actually cheering inside that I at least can keep my songs as I'm trapped in this car with him jabbering nonsense words. 

He keeps scrolling through my playlist quietly as I drive. When I dart a quick glance to his face, I can see his brows furrow in concentration. God knows what in his head right now. 

We drive in silence for another five minutes. My iPod keeps him busy so I can actually enjoy my morning in peaceful silence, hoping that it will last as long as possible. 

"What's the function of this button?" he looks at a knob in the dashboard and fiddle with it curiously. 

"Don't touch!" Dan jumps in surprise when I snarl at him. I groan internally when I can't keep myself from showing how annoyed I actually am right now with him. It's just that I hate it when people touch my stuff. First my iPod, now my car. Can't this guy keep his hands to himself? Now I have to find a way to make up for my action. 

Dan's heartbroken expression makes it seem that I just killed his puppy and burn the body right in front of his face. 

"I-I'm sorry," he mumbles. He folds his hands in his lap and keeps his eyes down for the rest of the ride. I know that I should say something to break the silence and make him feel less guilty. But I actually enjoy the silence. Besides, it's not my fault that I snapped at him. He was the one who touched other people's stuff without permission. 

By the time we arrive at the school, Dan looks like he's about to cry. I start feeling guilty when I see his lips wobble. 

I turn off the engine after I park the car. Dan, who stayed silent after I yelled at him, grabs my arm gently. He looks so scared when he touches my arm.