This can't be happening, not when the two people I will prefer to kill over a million times are seated in the same car with me. Worst still, Xavier was seating right beside me, our bodies can literally touch and no matter how I try to move away, I feel he does come close to me on purpose.

  My head was still against the chair I was seating on but was turning on the inside together with my mind.

   Inside the car was really annoyingly loud; listening to the music James had on the car's radio, Xavier's loud headset, and his android sending and receiving messages.

   It was 7:17 and...