And then I plunge forward to tackle Evans.
“Help!” Evans pleads as I dig my arm against his neck while wrestling him into a grapple by trapping his hands.
“B, help me!”
Brent merely chuckles, deciding instead to stare straight at the road. “You brought this upon yourself.”
I finally have him pinned, with his face smashed against the seat while I hold him captive from the top. Evans struggles relentlessly against me, trying to pry his hands free from me but I hold him steady, deciding I’ll at least torture him like this for a couple more minutes.
“Hello!” A dark-haired woman pries open the backseat door, forcing me to realize that the car has stopped. She’s in her midforties, her complexion fair and her cheeks rosy, with her eyes bulging out of their sockets when she catches at me and Evans together.
The shock of seeing the woman I’m supposed to impress is enough for me to momentarily lose focus. Evans takes that as an opportunity to writhe free from under me, the sudden movement causing me to stumble forward and fall onto the gritty road face first.
Well, shit.
“Hi, Mrs. Jacobs,” I say shamefully.