F O U R T E E N
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Jack, to say the least, was furious. "You stole the keys to someone's truck and you don't even know how to drive?" He demanded, glaring at Dark, who scowled at him in return.

"I did not steal the keys; I told you that. I merely borrowed," he corrected matter-of-factly.

"That doesn't make this situation any better!" Jack exploded, then forced himself to relax, breathing in deeply. Dark was staring at him, his eyes narrowed, as if daring him to continue. A part of Jack wanted to, but he didn't go through with his urge.

"Are you finished with your little tantrum?" He asked flatly, tilting his head.

Jack clenched his jaw and answered curtly, "Yeah, sure. Whatever." He realized he sounded like an angsty teenager, but he honestly could care less.

"Thank you. Now, I think I know a bit about how to control these things," Dark continued, and Jack was faintly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. Though the 'thank you' sounded sarcastic, it still was a thank you.

"Come on, please just let me drive," Jack pleaded, suddenly fearful that if Dark drove, they could get into an accident. And he did not want that to happen.

"You don't even know where we're going!" Dark snapped, scoffing. "So how can you possibly drive?"

"Maybe if you actually told me where we were going, I would know. I mean, I'm going to find out eventually, why not sooner than later?" He huffed.

"Enough arguing!" Dark yelled, and his eyes flashed red for a brief moment, though Jack had the feeling it was to scare him more than anything. Could Dark control the change of his eye color? He didn't know, but if he could, it would explain why during earlier times his eyes didn't shift. Probably not to startle him or make him suspicious. He claimed they could originate when he was angry, but could Jack really believe Dark?

And why do I care about his eyes, anyway? Jack thought, focusing on the topic at hand. He was becoming too side-tracked. So instead he looked out the window, his fingers digging into his knees. His backpack wasn't too uncomfortable behind him since it was only filled with clothes, but he was still slightly pushed forward in his seat. So Jack took off his bag and let it slide to the floor while Dark muttered curses to himself as he tried to remember how to properly drive.

"Look," Jack said finally. They had been sitting for what he assumed to be over five minutes, and he was beginning to tire of Dark's frustration. "Can you please just let me drive—"

"No!" Dark barked, and he pressed his foot down onto the pedal, causing the truck to lurch forward and Jack to scream.