Jake

Nancy looked at me again with an unfriendly expression. She practically almost punched me while I was driving. Seeing her upset was so entertaining.

"Pass it to me," Kyle ordered. Who did he think he was to give orders like that to her? It's not like he was her father or anything.

I understood he was worried about her, but he didn't have to talk to Nancy that way. After all, if she was here with me, it was because he got drunk and wasn't fit to take her home.

"What? No, Kyle," Nancy quickly refused. I signaled her to hand me the phone so I could talk to...