Page 9 of All of My Life

“Why would you want to drive me home?” I asked, wondering what his game was.

“It doesn’t matter,” he shot back, his arrogance shining through like a new penny.

“I’m not getting in your car, Chasin,” I repeated, no longer caring if we could be heard. While I didn’t want my business all over school, I also wasn’t about to let Chasin Carver intimidate me. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but you can leave me out of it.”

He stepped closer to me, my head craning back to maintain eye contact. “I didn’t fucking ask you, Jett,” he replied. “Now get in the fucking car.”

“I’m not getting in your car,” I repeated, my voice firm. “I can walk.”

His jaw ticked, and he looked like he was seconds away from strangling me with his bare hands. “Get in the fucking car, Jett,” he ordered, ignoring my refusals. “Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

“Or else what?” I challenged, feeling relatively safe because we had witnesses.

“Do you really want to go there?” he dared. “Remember the last time you asked me that?”

I could feel my eyes widen. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His blue eyes flared with a violent desire that I was all too familiar with. “It’s been four months,” he said, making my cheeks warm. “If you think that I won’t lift your skirt and fuck you against my car in front of the entire school, then I’ve got news for you, baby.”

“Awe, did you miss me?” I mocked, throwing his words back in his face.

Chasin’s hand snaked out, and I refused to beg for mercy as his fingers gripped my chin painfully. “Do you want to know what happened four months ago?” I couldn’t answer because of his tight hold on my face, but then I didn’t need to. “I turned eighteen, Jett.” My breath got caught in my chest with those four little words. “I turned eighteen in November, so I stayed the fuck away from you because I knew that you were still only seventeen.” I could feel my entire body begin to shake with the revelation. “But guess what, baby? That all changed last Thursday when you finally turned eighteen.” I could feel my chest heaving with the threat of a heart attack. “You’re finally eighteen, so that means that I don’t have to play nice or fair anymore; not for anyone.”

Letting go of my chin, I felt Chasin’s hand slide to the side of my neck. “Chasin-”

“What?” he taunted. “I’m good enough to fuck until you cum, but I’m not good enough to give you a ride home?”

“Stop it,” I hissed, looking around, praying that no one had heard that.

“Don’t want your dirty little secret getting out, is that it?” he kept on.

I looked back up at him. “Why are you doing this?” I really wanted to know. “What’s the point of all this? Why now? Why does it matter now?”

“Because I’m done being your little back-alley fuck,” he practically snarled down at me, and I felt absolutely flummoxed by his admission. “I’m done keeping your secret, Jett.”

I smacked his arm, forcing his hand to drop from my neck. “It wasn’t just my secret,” I reminded him. “You didn’t want anyone knowing just as much as I didn’t.”

“Did I?” he challenged. “Or did I just keep my mouth shut because that’s the only way that you’d let me keep fucking you?”

I looked around again, and it was like being back in the food court. Everyone was watching us, desperate to be able to hear what we were saying to each other. When I turned my head towards his car, I could see all his friends gathered just a few feet away, Sierra included.

I dropped my head, thinking of a way out of this. “Look, Chasin-”

“Get in the fucking car!” he roared, startling me into looking back up at him.

“No!” I yelled back, the instinct to deny him stronger than it should be, even if I knew where it stemmed from. “I’m not getting in your car!”

Before I knew it, Chasin was throwing me over his shoulder, making an even bigger scene, and I felt positively mortified when he made no effort to smooth my uniform skirt down over my legs. Instead, he let his hand slide all the way underneath the fabric, the intimate gesture visible to anyone that was watching. Chasin had a handful of my ass, and he was carrying me to his car like he owned me and wanted everyone else to know it.

I’d never felt so livid.

I was biting a hole clean through my cheek as Chasin opened the car door to his Ferrari Pininfarina Sergio. The only reason that I knew the make and model of his car was because it’d been a big deal when he’d first driven into the school parking lot in it. Apparently, the damn thing was worth three-million dollars, and why his parents would buy him a three-million-dollar car still astounded me.

I could taste copper in my mouth as Chasin dumped me in the passenger seat of his car, the bastard child-locking me inside as he made his way around the front of the vehicle towards the driver’s side. As I looked around, expressions ranged from shock, mirth, to Sierra’s angry blue eyes. Chasin was exposing our relationship in the most horrid way, and I had no idea why.

When he finally got into the car, he looked over at me as he asked, “Where to?”

I looked over at him, confused. “You said that you were taking me home.”

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