Everyon'e telling me to slow down, take it easy.
Jeremy says I'm out of control. Please.
The way I see it, I only have a few months of freedom left
Why shouldn't I make the most of it?

Man, Trent thought. College, car, girlfriend - I really do have it all. He turned the radio up and cruised down the road, trying to keep the speedometer steady at fifty. Or at least not over fifty-five.
But in a few minutes the VW he had passed before was directly behind him. Trent sighed. It would take forever to get home at this rate. And it looked like the VW was going to pass him any minute now.
"Trent!" Tia called from the passenger seat.
Trent jumped at the sound of her voice. "What? What's going on?"
"You're speeding again," Tia told him, nodding toward the dash. Trent glanced down to see the needle at sixty.
"Barely," he said, but he let up on the accelerator anyway.
"What do you mean, barely?" Tia asked. "You're fifteen miles over the limit."
Trent lowered his eyebrows. "Oh, come on, Tee. I wasn't even going that fast."
"I don't care," Tia said. "I don't want to get in an accident."
She's got to be kidding, Trent thought, but when he glanced into her somber brown eyes, he knew she was dead serious.
Trent flexed his shoulders backward and then relaxed them, aware of a sudden tension developing in his back. The new car was great, but who'd have thought that driving with his girlfriend would feel so much like driving with his mother?