Lyrical (Academy of Stardom, #2)

by Bea Paige

“Where are we going?” Dax doesn’t reply, he simply jabs his finger on the button that locks the doors just as York tries the handle. “What are you—” I begin, looking at the rage on York’s face as he leans down and glares at us through the glass. He slaps his palm against the window, his icy-blue eyes sharp, unyielding. I jump. “What the fuck, Dax? Open the fucking door!” York yells, slamming his fist on the roof of the car. “Find your own way back, dickhead!” Dax jabs his finger on the button to start the ignition, puts the car in first then slams his foot on the gas. We fly out of the car park, grit, dust, and dirt churning up the air behind us. I twist in my seat, York is holding up his middle finger and even though I can’t hear what he’s saying, I know a string of expletives are flying out of his mouth. “York looks pissed,” I remark, turning back around, my fingers digging into the plush leather seats as we speed through the gates exiting the compound. “I don’t give two fucks,” he snarls. “Motherfucker overstepped. I’m done with the bullshit.” “The bullshit?” I query, wondering what that’s supposed to mean. “Yeah. I’m fucking done.” “Me too,” I mutter. “Me too.”