Inject Me Sweetly / Dusk Until Dawn

:Inject Me Sweetly: Chapter Nineteen

“Vincent! Do you even have a license?”

In a flash he produced the small plastic card with his picture. “Yeah, I do. Get in.”

“You’re not driving.”

“Get in before I force you to.”

Grinding my teeth together, I stomped to the other side of the car, sliding in the passenger’s seat. “No speeding.”

He rolled his eyes. “Wussy.”

“It’s my car! You can do whatever you want in your car but since this is mine what I say goes— Ah!” I cried out as he slammed on the gas, causing me to slam back into my seat.

“Relax, stupid. I’m a great driver.”

I clutched my door for dear life. “No, you’re reckless. Do you even know where we’re going?”

He gave me a flat sidelong glance. “It’s not like I live in a hole. I do leave the mansion.”

            “Well from what I gathered while there you stay home all the time.”

            “That’s because I had to watch you,” he responded, rolling his eyes. “I thought you could figure that much out.”

            I scowled. “Whatever, jerk.”

            “So your family seems interesting.”

            I turned to look at him. He was going to start small talk? That was unusual. “Um, yeah, I guess. It’s nice to see them again. It really makes a difference when you think you’re never going to see someone again and then you do.”

             “It’s funny how your dad thinks he can intimidate me. I could snap his neck in a second.”

            “Please don’t,” I responded, grimacing. “And don’t talk like that either, Vincent. That’s my family.”

            A short laugh left his lips. “Okay.”

            Laugh? He laughed? I stared at him, my eyebrows furrowing together in bafflement. “Are you… okay?”

            “Yeah,” he drawled, glancing at me again. “Why?”

            “You rarely laugh,” I pointed out.

            He sent me a sly look. “You only know the home me.”

            I cocked my head. “What?”

            “Can I ask you a serious question?” he inquired, ignoring my question.

            “Um, sure.”

            “Are you stupid?”

            I narrowed my eyes at him. “That’s not a serious question! No, I’m not stupid! And I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me that! I just asked one question, Vincent! I didn’t know what you meant by ‘home you’!”

            He smirked. “You really are riled up easily.”

            I groaned in frustration, crossing my arms. “And here I thought you actually became nicer.”

            “I mean at home I’m one person, but out of the eyes of my parents and Sebastian, I can actually be myself.”

            “Oh,” I responded in realization. “I’m the same way!”