I hate the kid already.

The lessons went well…I guess. I liked the other instructor better; at least he taught me...and didn’t flirt with me the whole time. But this is Faith, we’re going out, she wouldn’t do that. Right? Right.

I hand the man, Frank (my instructor) the money and turn to meet Faith outside with,of course, Nick (that boy). So, I grab her wrist and begin to pull her away to the car and get in.

She looks at me and says, “So, where were you during lessons? I didn’t see you.” Is she crazy?

“I was there! You were too busy with Nick to care.” I say stubbornly.

“Oh, no. Do NOT go there Bernard Michael!”She yells. I hate it when she uses my middle name.

“I’ll go where ever I please! Now, I’m hungry so I’m going to a restaurant to get something to eat and you’re coming! Got it!” I say yell.

It is a quiet ride after that. We finally end up in front of a small diner and we enter. We get a table and sit. Again with the quiet, this girl is killing me! She can get so annoying!