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Iliana
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"You're getting good at that, you know. That whole stating the obvious thing? You're passing with flying colors. I'm surprised you haven't told me the sky is blue yet. Because that'd be a winner." Marce loosened his grip on the steering wheel when the car came to a red light. They were at a four way intersection that broke into another four way intersection some feet ahead. That's what he hated about Georgia. There was always some light to stop at, some sign to obey. Especially when he got closer to downtown Decatur. That's when all of the chaos happened. He lifted a brow when her phone suddenly started ringing. He knew by her reaction who it was, and he suddenly shared the same expression, eyes dropping down to a glare.
"You can always ignore it." He said. She sighed and shoved the phone to her ear. Goody goody. The light seemed to take forever and a half to turn into a bright, neon green. Marce pressed down on the gas lightly, making sure there was no asshole trying to run the red light to the left. When he was in the clear, he settled back in his seat, half listening to Tutone and half listening to the silence Ace held. Arch must have been reciting some poetry if she hadn't said anything by then. To his luck, the light in front of him turned green without having him to stop. He kept his foot on the gas, seeing the pointed and jagged edge of the Bureau peeking out at them from atop the clouds.
"WHAT?! Stop the car!" He wasn't sure if it were the suddenness of her words or the volume she said it at, but Marce obeyed and obeyed quickly. Right in the intersection, he slammed his foot on the breaks, realizing at the momentum he was going, he was going to hit the car behind him.
"Oh fuck me!" After nearly giving himself whiplash, he accelerated again, ignoring the honking of 3 cars before he wheeled out of the way, barely avoiding a silver Hummer making a legal right turn. He braked again, managing to pull half the car on the curb without hitting anything. He whipped around and snatched Ace by both sides of her arms, not caring if she was fumbling with the phone.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"You can always ignore it." He said. She sighed and shoved the phone to her ear. Goody goody. The light seemed to take forever and a half to turn into a bright, neon green. Marce pressed down on the gas lightly, making sure there was no asshole trying to run the red light to the left. When he was in the clear, he settled back in his seat, half listening to Tutone and half listening to the silence Ace held. Arch must have been reciting some poetry if she hadn't said anything by then. To his luck, the light in front of him turned green without having him to stop. He kept his foot on the gas, seeing the pointed and jagged edge of the Bureau peeking out at them from atop the clouds.
"WHAT?! Stop the car!" He wasn't sure if it were the suddenness of her words or the volume she said it at, but Marce obeyed and obeyed quickly. Right in the intersection, he slammed his foot on the breaks, realizing at the momentum he was going, he was going to hit the car behind him.
"Oh fuck me!" After nearly giving himself whiplash, he accelerated again, ignoring the honking of 3 cars before he wheeled out of the way, barely avoiding a silver Hummer making a legal right turn. He braked again, managing to pull half the car on the curb without hitting anything. He whipped around and snatched Ace by both sides of her arms, not caring if she was fumbling with the phone.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"