jude doesn’t drive a lot. he’s not very good at it, his car is a piece of junk, and in new york city it was a lot easier to just take the subway than face the traffic. once a month, however, he made a point out of driving to campus to make sure his car didn’t completely break down. driving was boring for a man like jude, and he couldn’t help but keep checking his phone every five seconds— not because he had anyone to talk to, but because he had just installed jurassic park alive on his phone, and his addiction to hunting dinosaurs was almost as big as his addiction to hunting pokemon a few months back.
in the midst of looking down at his phone, the blond misses entirely that the traffic light has turned red, and that the fancy sports car in front of his has stopped: by the time jude notices the mishap, it’s because of the sound his own car makes when hitting the trunk of the car in front of his, the noise of metal twisting with blunt force being enough to nearly drag jude’s soul out of his body.
the man doesn’t think twice before jumping out of his car, the vehicles behind him honking loudly as the blond utterly stopped traffic. he recognizes the lamborghini logo, and the man is pretty sure he’s going to faint; the back of the car he’s hit is completely ruined, his own trashy automobile jammed into its backside. ❛ holy fuck. ❜ the man muttered, his own mind going blank with the possible consequences of the wreck rushing through his brain, his mouth feeling like cotton as jude stared at the mess, not even bothering to look at the owner of the horribly expensive car. ❛ holy fuck i’m— i’m so sorry i don’t know what happened. ❜ // closed starter for @dcvilsong
