My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

28: I'm gonna show their doubting asses

Have you ever been in that kind of situation where something felt so good, and at the same time, not so good? Well, I was in that situation right now as I rode with Hawk who was wheezing past cars like it was nobody's business.

“Spongebob,” I called. “I don't know about you, but I definitely do not have a spare life at home. At least, let me call my mom and tell her a proper goodbye.”

He chortled at that. “Don't worry about it. I have two spare ones at home so we're good,” he remarked lightly. And despite myself, I could not help but betray a chortle as well.

Although, who was I kidding? Spare lives or not, I had to admit that this was by far the best car ride of my life. Well, asides the fact that every time Hawk took another turn, I was certain we were going to die – and believe me, he'd taken a lot of turns.

Honestly, I was naturally a fast driver, but Hawk? He was insane on the wheels!

Actually, when he’d first offered to drive, I’d imagined we’d have more of  ‘grandma style’ driving. You know, that kind where they stopped at basically every sight of a truck or a tanker, because it could be dangerous to drive too close to them. That kind where they stopped at every second for people, animals, and even ants to cross the street. That kind where they started driving at the start of noon, but got home by dinner. 

Ok, maybe that was just my grandma.

But Hawk? He was nothing like that. I mean, I should have figured it out when he told me to ‘brace myself’ right before starting the car. If only I’d known that brace yourself actually meant: ‘get ready for one helluva ride – although we might or might not end up dead before the end of it.’

So, now, here we were, driving at what I'd concluded in my head was 1000mph, even though I knew something like that didn't actually exist.

Still, there was something so surprisingly refreshing about the overall adrenaline rush that came with raising my hand through the pulled up car roof, pretending to catch the wind, only to feel it wheeze wildly through my face.

It’s almost like I could feel all my worries from earlier seep away with the wind. It felt nice.

“You know, I feel like an actress in a Fast and Furious movie.”

“So, I guess that makes me Dominic Toretto,” he mused lightly.

“Well,” I drawled, a mischievous grin spreading across my lips as I made a show of examining him. “I wouldn't exactly say that, because you'll need some biceps, or any of the ceps.”

He gave a dramatic gasp at that. “You did not just say that. I have ceps – they're just uh, more like uniceps.”

I couldn't help from laughing at that, and after his whole show of displeasure, he joined in as well.

“Thanks,” I blurted in the decline of the mirthful sounds. “Thanks for taking me on this killer drive. And also, for offering to give me your second spare life.”

His reply came as a chuckle. “Hey, that's what friends are for,” he chimed, stopping from looking ahead to stare at me with a smile that was utterly impossible not to mirror.

However, our little staring session was soon broken off by the voice of a female reporter – which to be honest, was kind of a good thing. Because I, for one, was beginning to wonder why staring at Hawk Gary Moose suddenly brought a strange kind of fuzziness to my insides.

“Dark skies and rain…” 

“Pfft, dark skies indeed,” I commented over the voice on the radio, staring up at the bright blue sky above us.