The keys jingled in her hand as she made her way from the house. It's old paint chipping and the flowers in the flower bed withering. She slammed the door of the Chevy, rust showered the ground. The blazer wasn't always the most reliable source of transportation, but it did for now. she felt that damn phone go off, the picture of her boyfriend popping up, his goofy smile flashing on and off in the rhythm of the ringtone. She slided the red button to the message option and texted him.

Hey what’s up?
*ba-ding*
I wanted to know if you were going to come over my house tonight.
Sorry babe, I’ve got to study for my exam.
*ba-ding*
Oh… okay, sorry babe, good luck. I love you. 
Love ya too babe. 

	She tossed the phone on the seat again, it hit the leather with a soft thud. She pulled out of the drive way and made it down the road, a small trail of brake fluid following her. As she slowed down for a red light, her foot pressed against the brake, a puddle began to form under her parked car. Her phone started to buzz again, but it started vibrating in a different tone. The tune was different as well and she picked it up, a different face smiled at her. She swiped green and said in the most cheerful voice she had.

	“Hey sexy.” She leaned forward and watched the light, still red. 
	“Not as sexy as you. You heading to my place?” The husky voice asked her, she smiled at the thought of him talking to her on the phone laying in bed, waiting for her…
	“You know it babe. We are going to have a wonderful time.” She smiled dreamily, little did she know the brake fluid had stopped leaking, and the blazer had began to slowly inch forward. The light turned green and she hit the gas, heading around the road, still on the phone with her affair. She pumped the brake as the corner down the hill got closer, but it didn’t slow down. Because of the hill, the blazer gained speed. The corner was coming closer, she paused her conversation about what underwear she has on right now and hit the brake harder. 
	“Hello? Hello?” The phone echoed as she dropped it to the floor of the blazer. She couldn’t stop, a truck comes around the sharp curve, she screamed, the truck engine roared trying to make the hill, and the blazer kissed the Mac’s grill.