Krystal & Monica listened to the music, neither talking. The long drive to Krystal's street, Winslow Avenue, passed fairly quickly and without incident. Monica was pleased Krystal took the hint the blaring music was sending out, by not talking at all.
The loud thump of the bass felt like it was drilling a hole in her head, but Monica far preferred that minor ache over Krystal's inane chatter about her dress, or her hair, or how she suffered, or . . . Monica giggled.
Krystal glanced at the giggling Monica then rolled her eyes with an exasperated shake of her head. She really wished Jason had pulled up to give her a ride home, after all. At least  he  would have given her the attention she deserved, craved.
I really don't," Krystal said. Realizing Monica couldn't hear her over the loud music, she reached to push buttons on the CD player, saying, "Monica, can you hear me? My lord this is too loud."
"Hey!" Monica exclaimed as Krystal screwed up the treble and bass settings. She had had her stereo system set perfectly, before Krystal got into her car. "Leave the buttons alone, Krystal! Oh, for crying out loud, now it sounds awful."
"Well, I was trying to ask you," Krystal said, "how safe it was, with the music so loud." She gave Monica a cool, hard stare. "I mean, if an ambulance was behind us, you wouldn't even hear it!"
"I would notice an emergency vehicle in my rear-view mirror, Krystal," Monica dryly replied. "Besides, I highly doubt anyone is on the road at this hour, even someone needing the help of the police or ambulance! Hell, all the cops are probably sitting at Dunkin Donuts right now."
"Well, even if that were true," Krystal said, "I still think it's safer to have the volume down a little bit. Besides, with it up so loud, how will we be able to carry on a decent conversation?"
"Why do you think it was turned up so high," Monica muttered.
"What?" Krystal asked. "What did you say? Oh well, it doesn't matter." She shrugged her shoulders and took a deep breath. "Because I have something important to tell you." She paused, timing her silence for the best effect before continuing, "I think I'm going to break up with Jason. Tomorrow."
Monica sat up straight, her headache suddenly forgotten. She glanced at Krystal, trying to read her expression, figure out if she was playing one of her typical, cruel pranks or not. Satisfied that Krystal was telling the truth, Monica asked, "But why, Krystal?"
"First and foremost," Krystal replied, "he bores me. He never wants to do anything fun, never wants to take me anywhere. All he ever wants to do, is make out. And that gets boring. Especially since he isn't the greatest, in the kissing department." She finished smugly.
Monica slowed to turn into Krystal's driveway, reluctantly asking, "Do you want to talk about it more?" She kept her gaze averted as she quickly finished, "If you're not up to it, I can understand though."
Krystal smiled one of her patented sugary-sweet smiles as she turned fully towards Monica. "Yes, I do believe I need to talk this out, Monica. You can park your car in the back. Oh, and use the back door to come in, okay?" With that, she jumped out of the Mustang, slamming the door before turning on her heel and striding into the house.
Monica growled in frustration, cringing slightly from the reverberations of the slamming door. With a soft sigh, she eased the Mustang to the back of the driveway, parking it behind the garage. I feel like I'm hired help, she bitterly thought, being ordered to use the back entryway like that. What a bitch!
Monica turned the ignition off, resting her head against the steering column briefly. Somebody really ought to teach her a lesson, she thought.