Notes: For primeval100: challenge 439: Out of control
Matt’s knuckles were white as he kept his grip on the door handle. With each corner, he visibly tensed and braced himself with his a hand against the dashboard. In the back. Becker tightened his seatbelt and held on for dear life.
“Where the hell did you learn to drive?!” Matt snapped at Connor.
“You said you wanted to get there quickly,” Connor said, turning to him. The car veered sideways as Becker yelled,
“Eyes on the road!”
“That’s it; you are never driving with me in the car again,” Matt told him.
“Seconded,” Becker agreed from the back seat.