She's My Kinda Girl
Devan Saylor
Alex Gaskarth
“Alex, what the fuck did you just do?” Jack muttered, resting his head against the window as Alex sped down the nearly empty Baltimore streets.
“Shut up, Jack. Just shut up,” Alex repeated under his breath.
“You almost killed that girl.”
“Shut. Up.”
Jack sighed, running a hand over his face. “Do you know how much shit we’re gonna be in? Drinking and driving, you without a license, hitting some girl, and fleeing the scene?” he asked.
Alex shook his head. “Just stop, Jack. I don’t want to think about this right now.”
“How can you not think about it?!”
“Easy! By not thinking about it,” Alex mumbled.
“If she dies—“
“She’s not going to fucking die.”
“Dude, she goes to our school.”
Alex Gaskarth
“Alex, what the fuck did you just do?” Jack muttered, resting his head against the window as Alex sped down the nearly empty Baltimore streets.
“Shut up, Jack. Just shut up,” Alex repeated under his breath.
“You almost killed that girl.”
“Shut. Up.”
Jack sighed, running a hand over his face. “Do you know how much shit we’re gonna be in? Drinking and driving, you without a license, hitting some girl, and fleeing the scene?” he asked.
Alex shook his head. “Just stop, Jack. I don’t want to think about this right now.”
“How can you not think about it?!”
“Easy! By not thinking about it,” Alex mumbled.
“If she dies—“
“She’s not going to fucking die.”
“Dude, she goes to our school.”