“I get sick if I can’t see out the front.”
“Then why don’t you sit in the front seat?”
“Because it’s even worse for me,” Parker says. “I hurl if I sit in the back.”
“Then why don’t you and Briggs both sit in front?”
“Because nobody drives this thing but me,” Finn says. He looks up at me in the rearview mirror. “What the fuck were you doing out here?”
“I had to pick up a lawnmower part for my dad.”
“They don’t sell parts in town?” Briggs asks.
“They do, but not this one. It’s a custom part. I don’t know what it’s for, but my dad insists on going to this guy to get his parts.”
“They’re probably off market,” Parker says.
“What do you mean?”
“Stolen. He gets them for cheap. That’s why he drives all the way out here.”
“He doesn’t use stolen parts,” I say, getting angry.
Parker chuckles, pleased with himself for making me angry. I should’ve just ignored him. I need to ignore all three of them. They’re going to use this little trip for their own amusement.They’ve got me trapped in their car, and they’ll use the opportunity to annoy me, anger me, and try to scare me.
I get out my phone and check for a signal.
“Another five miles, at least,” Briggs says, noticing me looking at my phone.
“For what?” Parker says.
“Phone signal.”
“More like ten or twelve,” Finn says. “Last time I came out here I didn’t get a signal until I was almost back in town.”
“Why were you guys out here?” I ask.
“Because the weed in the city isn’t good enough,” Parker says, sounding annoyed.
“It’s not,” Finn says to him. “You want to do shit weed, go ahead, but I go for quality. And this guy’s shit is grade A. But since you don’t appreciate it, you’re not getting any.”
“You drove out here to get weed?” I ask.
“Not just any weed,” Finn says. “This shit’s organic. Grown indoors in the guy’s house. Best shit I ever had.”
“He’s a weed connoisseur,” Briggs says. “It all seems the same to me, but whatever.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Finn says. “If you actually did it more, you’d know this shit is awesome.”
Parker turns back to me. “You want to try it?”
“You’re not giving her my weed!” Finn yells. “That’s fucking gold.” He picks up a water bottle from the center console and gulps down half the bottle.
“I’ll pass,” I say.
“You’ve never even tried it, have you?” Briggs says, laughing a little.
I don’t answer, knowing they’ll just make fun of me if I do.
