dan

i shift more towards my right, pressing my body further against the door of the car to create as much space between phil and i as possible. it's almost suffocating, sitting with him here in his car, only the low grumble of the engine stretching out amidst the silence and i rest my forehead against the window glass, my eyes focused on the relatively empty pavements.

"chris said that the song is catchy enough to be on the radio, and we should get it complete in the next week and a half as your debut," phil breaks the uncomfortable silence and i only nod dismissively, not wanting to hold a conversation with him.

he was sickeningly sweet towards me when we met chris, the man almost as tall as phil and his hair pushed back into a soft caramel quiff. he was much nicer than phil, diminishing the heavy atmosphere with a few simple words and his bright personality.

i'd do anything to work with him rather than phil.

"i'm not calling rebecca tomorrow, i think we should practice a bit on the instrumental and improvise it. what do you think?" he continues speaking and glances over to me, waiting for my response and i sigh before opening my mouth.

"yeah sounds good," this is the seventh sentence i've spoken today, and i'm already tired of speaking. i don't even want to sit in this car with phil for another half an hour.

"phil?" i let his name slip from my tongue reluctantly and he just hums in response. "can you drop me off to the next bus station? i'll go home by myself,"

"what?" his voice holds slight confusion as he looks over at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "no, i'm dropping you home it's fine,"

"it's not fine," i bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying anything that i may regret. "i don't want to bother you,"

"you're not bothering me," phil sounds impatient, which makes a sudden annoyance burst inside me and i cross my arms across my chest before glaring at him.

"what's your fucking problem? i said i can go on my own so why don't you—" before i can complete my statement he swerves the car to the side harshly, pressing down on the breaks causing both our bodies to stumble forward.

"what the hel—" i begin but he interrupts me yet again.

"get out," phil sighs, and i furrow my eyebrows, looking around for any signs of a bus stop but there are none.

"but there's no bus—"

"i don't fucking care, get out," he grits his teeth as he diverts his gaze to me, blue eyes dismissive and cold and i shake my head before grabbing my bag, opening the door and getting out of his stupid car.

"fucking asshole," i mutter under my breath before slamming the door harshly out of frustration, beginning to walk almost immediately, my steps fast as i push my hair away from my forehead.

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sorry for the abrupt ending i just wanted to update smh