That’s so fucked up. He thinks I’m protecting her from all these horny teenagers. When, in fact, I want her just as much, if not more than they do. If she’s got me this tied up in a matter of days, I hate to see what condition I’m going to be in when I leave here in a few months’ time.
The quicker I turn eighteen and get away from this place, the better.
We make our way towards my car. Neither of us speak. Maybe that’s a good thing. Christ, I hate this feeling I get when I’m around her. It’s foreign to me.
We’re not even out of the street before she opens her smart mouth. “What did you say to my father about Brad yesterday?” she snaps. Even though I can feel her eyes boring into the side of my head, I stay focused on the road ahead.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, kid,” I lie, trying hard to hold back a smile.
“Bullshit, Carter.” I don’t know why I like hearing my name coming out of her sexy mouth, but I do. I’d prefer it if she was saying it while I was buried balls deep inside her. Shit. I feel my dick twitch. Why did I let my mind go there? “I demand you tell me what you said.” Playing it cool, I shrug. “I mean it … so help me.” I chuckle at her words. What’s she going to fucking do?
“So help me what?” I say turning my head to look at her. Of course her eyes are saying everything without a single word leaving her mouth. It only makes me smile. Not the desired affect I’m sure.
“He’s forbidden me from seeing him. I want to know why,” she seethes.
“Your father’s a wise man. I’m sure he has his reasons,” I state calmly. Her hand is clenching the door handle so tight her knuckles have turned white. The anger is just rolling off her in waves. Seeing her like this makes my dick stir. She’s fucking hot when she’s mad. A real little spitfire.
“God you irritate me sometimes,” she retorts.
“Ditto, kid.”
“I’m not a damn kid. Pull the hell over,” she says through gritted teeth.
“What? Why?” I ask surprised.
“Because I’d rather walk than suffer one more minute in this car with you.” I laugh at her comment. Things don’t usually amuse me, but fuck me, she does.
“It’s not funny, arsehole. Why are you so hell bent on ruining my life?” That statement really gets under my skin for some reason.
“Ruining your life. Is that what you think I’m doing?” I snarl. When she folds her hands over her chest, pushing her perky little tits up, I turn my head and focus on the road again. I don’t need her tits distracting me.
“Yes,” she replies with way too much attitude. It makes my blood boil that she thinks I’m trying to ruin her life, when in fact I was only trying to help her.
“Why, because I told your father Brad was bragging to his mates that he was going to invite you to his house this weekend, to get into your pants?” I practically scream. What I say, and the way I say it, takes her by surprise. Her beautiful green eyes widen and the colour partially drains from her face.
“What?” she asks in a horrified, disbelieving tone.
“Yes. Just before he pulled you onto his lap yesterday, that’s exactly what he said.” I try to speak a little calmer this time. Even though she’s getting on my nerves with her attitude, I don’t want to scare her.
“He did not,” she barks.
“Believe what you want. You think I’d make that shit up?” I look in her direction as I speak. I can tell by the shocked look on her pretty face she believes me.
“He actually said that?” she whispers. I can clearly hear the sadness in her voice.
“Yep,” I answer. Her head turns towards the passenger side window. She doesn’t speak another word for the longest time. I kind of feel bad now, but she needed to know. That guy is a snake.
“Where are we going?” she eventually asks when I turn onto the main road that heads towards town. I’m still getting used to navigating my way around this area, but thankfully Ross is good at giving directions.
“I told you. To get parts.”
“I thought you were making that up to piss Brad off,” she states.
“Why would I do that?” I ask reaching over to grab my cigarettes.
“Because you’re an arse.” Her comment makes me chuckle. “You do know Jennifer Darcy is the school slut, right?” she informs me. Who the fuck is Jennifer Darcy?
“Who?” I have no idea who she’s talking about.
“Jennifer Darcy,” she repeats.
“Never heard of her. Might need to look her up though,” I joke.