“Will you please watch the road?” Jenny screeched as I slammed on the brakes.

“Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t see the light change.” I rub my eyes with the back of my hand, afraid to look. God, could she see me? Jenny sighed.

“What on earth are you doing?” she huffed, “I bet you can’t see the road now.” She rolled down her window and lit up a Turkish Silver, shoving the crumpled pack into her jeans pocket. I risk a glance at the car next to us; it might have been dark green, not black.

Shit.

It’s black, and it looks the right year. Damn. I can’t explain this to Jenny, no matter how hard I try. I try to see into the car’s tinted windows, but I can barely make out a sillhouette. Oh man, it’s a girl, that’s for sure. If it’s her, I am so screwed.

“What the hell is going on with you, Matt? Go! Green! Go!” she’s yelling about the light again, damn.

No matter how many there are on the road, I have to check every time. I never can tell if it’s her; there are just too many.

Fucking black jettas.