my eyes. “I just walked in on Daniel cheating on me.”
Zack sighed, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t drive when you’re upset. I’ll take you home. Can you get a ride back in the morning?”
I grabbed my backpack out of my car, tossed it in the Jeep and hiked up into the front seat. Zack to the rescue again. With his habit of saving me, he had to have been the one to fix my car.
“So you just happen to have a pump in your car, so you can fix flats during lunch?”
Zack sighed. “It’s a compressor, actually. Figured it would be faster than doing it after school when it’d be completely flat and you’d be there to distract me.”
Why did he have to be such an ass about it though?
“Well, thanks.” I sniffed, trying to erase the image of Gina and Daniel from my head.
“Who’d you catch him with? Anyone you know?” he asked, navigating the Jeep onto the street.
He’d find out soon enough, but drawing any more attention to how disposable I’d become as a friend and girlfriend was not something I wanted to discuss with Zack . “No one important. Why are you going out of your way to give me a ride?”
“You didn’t seem in any shape to drive. If you died on the way home and I could’ve prevented it, I’d feel bad.” He checked over his shoulder to make a turn. “Daniel is scum. I think that’s a rotten thing to do to anybody, whether they deserved it or not.”
“Are you implying I deserved it?”
“What?” His brows shot up as we passed through an intersection.
I’d had enough of people who thought I wasn’t worth treating right. I’d certainly had enough of Zack’s crap. I’d rather walk than spend one more second with him and his attitude. No matter how beautiful he was.
“Stop the freakin’ car,” I hissed. “I don’t need your charity or your attitude. I can walk back to school and get my car.” The Jeep still hadn’t slowed. “Stop the damn car,” I growled.
“Okay, okay. I’ll drive you back.” He groaned as he turned the Jeep around. “Whatever.”
That last comment just pissed me off more. Zack drove through the school gate and I reached for the handle before he’d even stopped. As my limbs vibrated with fury, I tugged on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Damn thing is stuck.”
He reached over and flipped the switch, unlocking the door. He froze, his arm touching mine, and stared at me. He inhaled quickly twice.
This time, he couldn’t act like it was my imagination. “You just sniffed me.” I gave him a look of loathing before flinging open the door and stomping to my car.
Another crappy day. Life just had to get better.
I took extra time driving around the neighborhood to burn off my rage. When I parked in front of my house, I noticed a red Jeep approaching.
What the hell was Zack doing at my house?
CHAPTER SEVEN
I hadn't noticed Zack in the rearview mirror following me, but I hadn't looked either. What was with the guy? He never hid his dislike for me, yet everywhere I went, there he was.
He parked along the curb and skulked around to the passenger side of his car. Scrambling out of my Taurus, I slammed the door.
“What are you doing at my house? Stalking me?” I asked.
Opening the passenger side of the Jeep, he reached in and pulled out my backpack, then stomped over and tossed it at my feet.
“Please stop making me come to your rescue.” He turned and thundered back to his car.
I’d been rude to him when he’d gone out of his way to make sure I didn’t get in trouble for not doing my homework. I felt small. “Sorry. Thank you!”
Without turning around or acknowledging my existence, he climbed into his Jeep and turned it around. I felt like a super-dork as I watched him speed away.
About a block down, a yellow Corvette pulled away from the curb after the Jeep. That was the second time I’d seen that car follow Zack. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Maybe he owed money to the mob and that’s why his job was so important
Zack sighed, shaking his head. “You shouldn’t drive when you’re upset. I’ll take you home. Can you get a ride back in the morning?”
I grabbed my backpack out of my car, tossed it in the Jeep and hiked up into the front seat. Zack to the rescue again. With his habit of saving me, he had to have been the one to fix my car.
“So you just happen to have a pump in your car, so you can fix flats during lunch?”
Zack sighed. “It’s a compressor, actually. Figured it would be faster than doing it after school when it’d be completely flat and you’d be there to distract me.”
Why did he have to be such an ass about it though?
“Well, thanks.” I sniffed, trying to erase the image of Gina and Daniel from my head.
“Who’d you catch him with? Anyone you know?” he asked, navigating the Jeep onto the street.
He’d find out soon enough, but drawing any more attention to how disposable I’d become as a friend and girlfriend was not something I wanted to discuss with Zack . “No one important. Why are you going out of your way to give me a ride?”
“You didn’t seem in any shape to drive. If you died on the way home and I could’ve prevented it, I’d feel bad.” He checked over his shoulder to make a turn. “Daniel is scum. I think that’s a rotten thing to do to anybody, whether they deserved it or not.”
“Are you implying I deserved it?”
“What?” His brows shot up as we passed through an intersection.
I’d had enough of people who thought I wasn’t worth treating right. I’d certainly had enough of Zack’s crap. I’d rather walk than spend one more second with him and his attitude. No matter how beautiful he was.
“Stop the freakin’ car,” I hissed. “I don’t need your charity or your attitude. I can walk back to school and get my car.” The Jeep still hadn’t slowed. “Stop the damn car,” I growled.
“Okay, okay. I’ll drive you back.” He groaned as he turned the Jeep around. “Whatever.”
That last comment just pissed me off more. Zack drove through the school gate and I reached for the handle before he’d even stopped. As my limbs vibrated with fury, I tugged on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Damn thing is stuck.”
He reached over and flipped the switch, unlocking the door. He froze, his arm touching mine, and stared at me. He inhaled quickly twice.
This time, he couldn’t act like it was my imagination. “You just sniffed me.” I gave him a look of loathing before flinging open the door and stomping to my car.
Another crappy day. Life just had to get better.
I took extra time driving around the neighborhood to burn off my rage. When I parked in front of my house, I noticed a red Jeep approaching.
What the hell was Zack doing at my house?
CHAPTER SEVEN
I hadn't noticed Zack in the rearview mirror following me, but I hadn't looked either. What was with the guy? He never hid his dislike for me, yet everywhere I went, there he was.
He parked along the curb and skulked around to the passenger side of his car. Scrambling out of my Taurus, I slammed the door.
“What are you doing at my house? Stalking me?” I asked.
Opening the passenger side of the Jeep, he reached in and pulled out my backpack, then stomped over and tossed it at my feet.
“Please stop making me come to your rescue.” He turned and thundered back to his car.
I’d been rude to him when he’d gone out of his way to make sure I didn’t get in trouble for not doing my homework. I felt small. “Sorry. Thank you!”
Without turning around or acknowledging my existence, he climbed into his Jeep and turned it around. I felt like a super-dork as I watched him speed away.
About a block down, a yellow Corvette pulled away from the curb after the Jeep. That was the second time I’d seen that car follow Zack. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Maybe he owed money to the mob and that’s why his job was so important
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