Ella's POV:
Okay, so maybe Max wasn't as helpless as I pegged him to be. He actually waited for me until my shift ended, and I was almost impressed. Jason and Dylan had already left—Dylan had to take the drunken, pissed-off Jason home. Max was all smiles, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement.
Taking the extra helmet he handed me, I couldn't help but curse Jason under my breath. *This is all his fault!* If he hadn't annoyed me so much, I wouldn't be stuck in this predicament, going out with Max of all people.
As we hit the road, Max drove so slowly that I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Seriously, Max, are you trying to give me a nap back here? You drive like an old man!"
Max shot me a mock offended look, his eyes wide with feigned indignation. "Hey! This is a high-powered machine! You don't just rush into things like a reckless teenager!"
