The Rolls-Royce

“YEEEEEWWWWWWW!”

Mark screamed out in joy as he sat behind the wheel of Bryce’s very expensive metallic black Rolls-Royce vehicle. The top was down with the rain now seemingly done for the night.

“Okay okay, settle down, it’s just a car,” Bryce said sitting in the passenger seat, his blonde hair flapping around in the wind as he resting his arm on the top of the passenger side door.

Above them, the night sky looked better than it did earlier, the clouds all moving aside to let the bright stars shine.

“You say it’s just a car but you fucking love this thing, and I’m starting to see why, this just glides on the road man,” Mark said, starting to speed up with a bit of confidence.

“True. This baby is everything to me,” he said, slapping the side of it, “So you better fucking be thankful that I’m letting you have a go of it. Nobody else has ever driven it before.”

“Nobody? Didn’t even let Miranda have a go of it when you were dating?” he said, as he slowed down a bit late at the red traffic lights.

“Woah!! Careful dude, easy on the brakes. The road’s are wet and you aren’t exactly the greatest driver of all time. You get even just a scratch on this, I’ll kill you.”

“Message received,” he said, half ignoring the jock, half taking his threat with a bit of seriousness.

Bryce continued as they waited at the lights, “But to answer you, no of course I didn’t let that bimbo drive this baby. Miranda’s good for only two things… sucking dick and making my dinner.”

It was such an obnoxious and sexist thing to say but Mark was so up and about right now, that he didn’t even care, he laughed alongside him as he continued to talk about the busty blonde.

“What can I say, she’s a handful. Fucking great rack though,” he said.

“Ditto that. Do you remember the first time she showed you them?” Mark asked curiously as he took off once the light turned green.

“Oh hell yeah brother,” he said, reminiscing on a great old memory, “When she was a freshman and when I still was a senior, she’d always come and wish me luck before games so we naturally hit it off. Then one day, I got her Snapchat from her so one night, we were getting a bit risqué. She was showing so much fucking cleavage in her pictures, the slut wanted it bad.”

Mark noticed even the little things with the way Bryce described his ex flame. Just using a word like slut to describe her seemed unfair to Miranda. However, he couldn’t help but enjoy listening to stories of the blonde.

“So anyways, I straight up told her that if you’re showing that much skin, you may as well show me a bit more over in my dorm room. Ten minutes later, she’s undoing this lacy as fuck purple bra and showing me those fucking puppies. I proceeded to fuck those tits until my dick was spent. God that was a good night…”

Despite the bad blood he had with Miranda, Mark would have given his left nut just to get another chance at fucking her glorious twin peaks.

“Did you ever find out what happened with her and that other chick with the big tits,” Bryce then said, referring to the night Winter called out her nemesis, revealing her checkered past.

Not wanting to reveal anything that the two girls didn’t want out, Mark just shook his head, “Nah not really to be honest,” he said, turning a corner with a bit of speed.

“Alright, alright, careful there,” Bryce said paranoid again as the tyres almost skid a little through a puddle, “Slower on the turns kid.”

Mark found his constant critiquing of his driving annoying. It shouldn’t have bothered him that much especially since it was his precious and more importantly, very expensive car.

But there was just something about the last couple of days that had Mark feeling above the law, above everyone else. His confidence levels were buzzing, everything had shifted back in his favour.

The hero two nights in a row. Somehow, he had gotten himself back in the good books of both Tiffany and Winter. The very seductive Jess had more than a soft spot for him. With the early semester drama with Tiffany solved, he could now be way more friendly with Ali than before with no Tiff friendship barrier getting in the way. He was even happy to try and get along with Matt again for the sake of Cassidy.

On top of all that, the super jock of all jocks was letting him drive his Rolls Royce through the Florida streets. With the top down, he truly felt like the King of the streets. The cool breeze hitting them hard as they flew down the road.

Mark smirked to himself as he sped the car up a little more. Watching from the passenger seat, Bryce looked a little more concerned again.

“You watching your speed?” he asked him, checking the dashboard.

“I know what I’m doing, Walker.”

It’s all good to be confident, if you can master than in life, you can go far. But there was something that Mark was choosing to ignore. What happens when you push that level to far?

What do you get?

Overconfidence.

The road ahead curved, going towards the left. Mark was still driving at quick speed on a road that was still very wet at the surface.

“Rodgers, slow down a bit.”

“I said slow down Rodgers…. Jesus Christ bro! Fucking slow down!!” he started yelling at him.

Trying to slam on the breaks as he turned the corner, Mark was too late. A terribly poor reaction time, his tyres began to skid and slide along the road, he had temporarily lost all control of the vehicle.

“OH FUCK!” Bryce screamed again as the expensive black vehicle hit a side barrier at the edge of the road.

In a quick moment of terror, Mark’s mind seemingly blacked out, not aware of the serious consequences that they were both currently facing.

At the edge of the road, the Rolls Royce flipped itself over the barrier and down a very slight and shallow hill.

A loud thumping noise that could be heard from a mile away as the car landed off the road leaving more than just the vehicle itself in trouble.

And then silence.

Eerie silence.