Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 17

Asahd’s POV:

“It’s not that bad, now that it’s clean,” Saïda mused when we were finally done cleaning the car, in and out.

I stared at the car and it looked and smelled less horrible. The paint was still good and the headlights weren’t broken or something.

“It’s still ugly though,” I teased and she laughed.

“Try it. Get in and try it,” she proposed.

“I’m not ready.”

“Hahaha, Asahd you’ll have to drive this tomorrow. Get in and try it. Cmon!”

I stared at the car for a long while. Saïda continuously encouraged me to get in.

“I’ll get in with you, so we drive a little around the neighborhood.”

“You first.”

She rolled her eyes in amusement and got in.

“I’m in. Get in. The air freshener and perfume are doing a great job. Everything’s fine, Asahd.”

“Alright.”

Reluctantly, I went round the car and opened the driver’s door. I felt horrible but had no choice. I got in.

“I’m so uncomfortable right now, Saïda,” I mused, closing the door.

“You’ll get over it. Now start it.”

I put the keys in and started the car. Everything was fine so far. Even the engine sound was okay and yes, the car smelt way better than a few hours ago.

“Let’s roll,” I started the car and we drove off.

We drove round the neighborhood and everything was fine. No odd sounds or problems. The car was sure thing, old school and ugly, to me, but at least it worked.

We returned to the front of our building and I parked.

“You see? It works just fine,” Saïda giggled.

“Yeah, it does. I still can’t believe I’ll be riding this,” I chuckled.

“One more thing.”

“What?”

“Try the horn.”

“Hmm. True that I haven’t tried it.”

I pressed the stirring wheel to try the horn. The sound it made!!! The sound it made, made me jump and my heart to skip a beat! The people that sat at their verandas or were walking by, jumped in surprise.

“What the fff–!” I sank in my seat, hiding so the people whom I’d gotten their attention with the horrible sound, would not see me.

Saïda was choking with laughter. She was laughing so hard that she started coughing like crazy.

′My life is over.′

The embarrassment I felt! I’d sank down in my seat till I wasn’t visible from the outside. The car’s horn was equivalent to that of a bulldozer or some huge truck. But even louder! It had shocked me and surprised the hell out of everyone else. Such a tiny car with a monstrous horn.

“You are such a drama Queen! Hahahaaaaa!” Saïda couldn’t stop laughing.

“Saïda, what the hell was that?!” I gasped, still hiding. “I can’t believe I’ll actually be seen in this car! Did you hear that?? What the fuck was that!”

“I was so impatient for you to try it! I was expecting your reaction to be this dramatic and it is!” she burst out laughing and I stared at her.

My lips twitched in amusement at how contagious her laugh was and actually realising that I was a total drama queen. But for real, I’d not expected such a sound. How did she want me to react? Like everything was cool?

Imagine me driving through town and I get stuck in traffic and honk at the other cars. The other drivers would probably expect to see a truck or something and when they turn, it’s this tiny car that’s causing sound pollution.

“Y’all are cruel for this,” I muttered, trying hard not to laugh.

“You should see yourself right now. Sit up straight! I can’t breathe!” she laughed, gasping for air all the while.

“Are people still staring at the car?”

“Yes!” she laughed hard.

“No way am I sitting up straight. The disgrace! What is this?!”