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“Jeez, dude, at least take me on a date and buy me an island first before getting so touchy-feely.”
Why does he have to be sweet when I'm ignoring him? He's so selfish—making my task a gazillion times harder than it has to be. Now, of all times, he chooses to be nice. Inconsiderate jerk!
“Yeah, you're good to go.” He nods at Jay as if he knows him well, blowing out a puff of smoke. “You can bring the beauty in. Streets are clear.” “Why thank you.” I bow in respect, ready to enter into the forbidden yet oddly noisy place. “Don't mind if I do.” I start walking, only for Jay to catch my arm, effectively stopping me from entering through the rusty gate before us. “He's talking about the car,” Jay corrects, biting back a grin, his blue eyes twinkling in hidden amusement.
“Your eyes are really gray, you know that?” I state with a happy-go-lucky smile. “So is your demeanor. Is that why they call you Grey?” “They call me Grey because it's my name,” he answers through clenched teeth, clearly still enraged with me. “Well, that's boring,” I offer my opinion on the matter.
It's then that I see Max reaching out a hand to us, his mouth moving. The window slides down. “Go on without me!” “We are!” I call back, pushing my head out the window. “I didn't mean it, take me with you!” He yells back weakly, the wind having been knocked out of him.
I didn't realize that his definition of fun is death. I'm not too keen.
“You all have stupid names,” Blubber, ever so rudely, points out.
“Grey's just mad because he only came in third.” I laugh aloud, mocking him, paying back his rudeness with more quality rudeness. “What were you doing? Pit stop? Road trip? Sunday stroll?” I laugh again, pressing his buttons and getting under his skin.
“Again?! You're kidding me! Again!?” Grey shouts, infuriated. “Why am I here? You said it was an emergency. You said that Jay’s in the ICU! I left my race and rushed over here.” I lied.
Melinda shakes it off and turns to me with a boastful grin. “You, on the other hand, are not invited to my pool party.” I smirk. “It's cool. I didn't really feel up to whale watching in any case.”
“How did you find us?” I ask, shocked that he found us despite our camouflage and spy outfits. “You guys are wearing black in the middle of the day. Plus, the bush you two are hiding behind is dead.
I roll my eyes at her, not threatened at all. “No!” I shout back, reaching my breaking point. “I've had it! I've had it with you!” I point to Melinda. “You!” I point to FeeBee. “And even you!” I point to some random guy just because I can – his face is annoying me! He looks terrified of me. Good!
I glare at him just as a small band starts playing from the center of the room. Oog is in the band. I begin to listen to the lyrics as they sing. “If you hate Jayeela, Jaqueela, Jay with Aqueela, wave your hands up in the air—”
“Could you just at least remember 'slow and steady' is preferable to 'crashing and burning'?” I raise a perplexed eyebrow at him. “That’s your racing motto?” He shakes his head. “No, but it definitely should be yours.”
“What is it that you're actually studying then, Grey?” “Chemical engineering.” Shocked would be the understatement of the century. I cock my head to the side in pure bewilderment. “You mean...you're...smart?”
“You,” she, in recognition, says through clenched teeth. I glare back, crossing my arms over my chest as I stand my ground. “You—” I pause awkwardly, “—more,” I reply, feigning my own irritation at seeing her. “You more,” I conclude, satisfied.
“Why are you dressed like a criminal? Are you breaking into a bank without me?” I ask, not bothering to apologize for the blood pooling out of his nose.
I hold my hands up, separating them. “Woah, girls! You're both ugly. Let's drop it,” I try to diffuse the hatred between the two.
“Bells!” I click my fingers as an idea comes to mind. “Have I ever told you that you're a genius?” She shakes her head with a hopeful look to her blue-green eyes. “No. You haven't.” “Well, I wouldn't hold your breath!” I squash all hope in her eyes as I go on to elaborate my plan.
“Ah!” Troy shouts for the sake of shouting.
