KAT
The drive back from the bowling alley is silent. Every once and a while, I glance at Luke from the corner of my eyes. He is gripping the steering wheel and twisting it in his hands. Each knuckle turns white as he tightens his grip before releasing it again. His hazel eyes are dark and angry, and I swear I see them swirl to black every once and a while. The anger radiating off his body is palpable, just as it was in the bowling alley when everything went silent. It is almost as if his very presence demands respect and order.
As we pull down the lane to my home the stars are beginning to sparkle brightly in the night sky. I angle my head against the car window so I can see them twinkling above us.
"What are you doing?" He snaps at me, and I feel silly for trying to look at
