Clarissa POV
"Well, I don't know. He's probably busy," I replied, but I was actually praying that he'd pick up his phone.
"W-what can we do now? I don't want to go to jail, Clarissa," Miles said. His voice was choked with sobs that it was genuinely pathetic, and I didn't want to look at him, fearing that I'd be too disgusted to have sex with him in the future. "Hold on, let me try calling him instead."
Miles tried to call Ray as well, but none of our calls were answered. I began to get frustrated, but still maintained my calm as I was forming a plan on how to tackle this problem immediately.
However, I couldn't focus because Miles continued to whine and then sobbed like a little bitch while driving.
"Oh, we're so fucked, aren't we? I don't want to go to jail, Clarissa," he said in between his sobs. "What to do? I'm too handsome to be in jail. Do you know what they will do to someone as handsome as me in jail? It rhymes with grape!"
