Olivia
On our way to school, Storm was still serious. Even when Taylor Swift's Reputation was on the playlist in the car, he was quiet. He would usually sing along with it. I needed not to think of a possible reason for that attitude. I knew how much he hated Davis.
“Are you that worried?” After numerous hesitations in my head, I finally had the courage to speak in the car. The silence was dreadful. It was killing me. I hated it.
“I am not that worried. I just hate seeing his face.”
Good. He can talk.
“I understand.” I mumbled and let out a breath I was holding.
“Sorry.” He suddenly said after another few moments of silence. “This morning… I was horny again.”
That made me smile and somehow the atmosphere eased up when he said that. “Would I be sorry too if I’m horny with you?”
