The traffic is unusually calm for a game day and the miles are slipping away as Dalton presses his foot down onto the gas pedal. The hood of the car is dropped and the slightly warm air is blowing through my hair as we speed through the lanes. Dalton has been quiet and very calm and I can’t help but think that he is a little upset. I pull my eyes away from the road ahead, so that I can take in Dalton’s looks. He looks tense and I notice that he is concentrating on his driving, in a very serious manner. His hand is gripped onto the wheel and it looks as if it could snap in two from the pressure. His foot is firmly lodged onto the gas pedal and I start to feel a little uncomfortable when the car lunges forward. I grip onto the armrest and I try not to show that I am scared. The car is floating from lane to lane, overtaking every car in sight. My heart is pounding and I frown when I feel my phone buzzing from inside my jean pocket. I reluctantly pull my hand away from the rest and I reach into my jeans.
