No it wouldn’t, I’d absolutely hate it. Liar.
Opening the door, he plonks me down on the seat. “Put your seatbelt on,” he growls as he stands over me like a thug. I just look up at him in horror. I can’t believe he just did that to me. Leaning forward, he grabs hold of the seatbelt.
“Give me that,” I snap as I narrow my eyes at him. “I can put my own damn belt on. I’m not a child.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” he says giving me a smug, gorgeous smile. God, he annoys the hell of out me. Why does he have to be so ridiculously handsome?
He waits until my seatbelt is fastened before making his way around to the driver’s side. I have a good mind to make my escape, but going by his antics just now, he’ll probably come after me.
No words are spoken on the drive to school. Unlike yesterday when he dropped me off down the road, today he heads straight to the car park. I want to make a smart remark about his reputation, but I don’t.
“Make sure you’re here this afternoon, or I’ll come to the bus stop and get you again,” he warns. Ignoring him, I get out of the car and slam the door. I hear him laughing as I walk away. I could seriously slap him right now.
“What’s up your arse?” Meg asks when we leave our first class. “It’s unusual to see you in a bad mood.”
“One guess,” I reply as we make our way towards the lockers.
“Your hot neighbour?”
“Yes. And he’s not hot. He’s an arse.” She nudges me with her shoulder and chuckles. This isn’t funny. Doesn’t she realise he’s ruining my life?
“He may be an arse, but you can’t tell me you don’t think he’s good looking.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” I snap. I hear her scoff at my words. She obviously doesn’t believe me. In all honesty, who wouldn’t notice him? He’s very noticeable—for a prick that is.
“You fucking liar,” she laughs.
“He’s okay,” I shrug like I’m not affected by his looks. It’s a lame shrug too. I’m not even fooling myself.
“He’s more than okay.”
“Alright he’s hot,” I admit, rolling my eyes, “but that’s all he’s got going for him.”
“What has he done today to put you in such a fabulous mood?” she asks sarcastically.
“What hasn’t he done is more like it.” When we reach my locker she stops, turning me to face her.
“Well spill,” she demands.
“For starters, just being in his presence annoys me,” I reply. It kind of turns me on too, but I’d never admit it.
“And? There has to be more than that. Your mood is nasty.” She raises an eyebrow impatiently as she waits for my reply. I want to say none of your damn business, but I know that’s just my mood talking. She’s only concerned for me. I can’t remember the last time I was this riled up.
I turn and place the key in the padlock. I’m feeling bad for being so snappy with her now. I’m lucky to have a friend that cares so much. I hate that Carter Reynolds gets under my skin like he does.
“My mood is that bad huh?” I ask with a sigh as I place my books in my locker and get out what I need for my next class.
“Yep.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take it out on you,” I apologise as I hook my arm through hers as we walk down the corridor towards her locker.
“Tell me what he did to upset you, Indi.”
“He told my dad about Brad. I’ve now been forbidden to see him.”
“What? No way. See, I told you he had the hots for you.” Of course she’d see it like that. It has nothing to do with how he feels about me. He’s a prick, plain and simple.
“He doesn’t have the hots for me,” I state.
“Yes he does. You didn’t see what I saw yesterday. He was definitely cut when you were on Brad’s lap.”
“If he has the hots for me, which I don’t believe for a minute, why did he have that skank, Jennifer Darcy, sneaking in his bedroom window last night?” She stops walking and pulls me over towards the wall so we don’t get bowled over by the other students rushing to get to their next class. Facing me, the first thing I notice is her eyes. They’re almost bugging out of her head from shock. Even in my mood, it brings a smile to my face.
“What? No fucking way. Really? God she’s a whore. Didn’t take her long. I can’t stand that human mattress.”
“I know right. Can you believe it? She was there for hours too. I know exactly what they were up to,” I say angrier than intended.
“Oh. My. God. You like him,” she screeches, slapping my arm in disbelief.