Page 18 of Obsession

“Nah, my mom wasn’t that caring,” I replied, almost growling at him.

His face suddenly became serious, triggered by my answer.

I noticed the driver. He wasn’t moving, his hand firmly gripping the steering wheel. I couldn’t see his face because I was too tall and too close to the car, but I could have sworn he turned around when he heard me speak, especially because I had spoken of my mother in the past tense.

“Brave and bitchy, where have you been all my life, beautiful?”

Normally, his comment would have made me angry, but I was too busy analyzing the driver’s tattoos. Even though I couldn’t see him, I knew it was Harris.

I noticed how his hands flexed while his long fingers squeezed the steering wheel with all their strength. The inside of the car was also dark, but not Vantablack. I deciphered a few Roman numerals mixed in with the sea of drawings on his right arm, and I couldn’t tell if his muscles were really that big or if they just looked that big because he was tense. Without being able to stop myself, I took a step back and now I could make out a piece of his features. His mouth with the pink, plump lips that he had pressed into a tight line to stifle any reaction. I wanted to go back even further, desperately wishing I could see the color of his eyes because I couldn’t make them out earlier.

Before I could move, I noticed him turn towards me and his lips parted slightly. Of course, anything new I could see of him, he could also see of me. Suddenly I didn’t want to look him in his eye anymore, I’d had enough power for one day.

I finally spotted the logo of the car on the steering wheel. Ferrari.

An asshole with a Ferrari. Simply awesome.

“What do you say, Blondie? Want a ride home?” Spikey Boy interrupted me and knocked on the roof of the car.

I lowered my eyes to him and noticed that the car had two doors and, of course, no back seats.

“And where am I supposed to sit? On your lap?” I continued, arching a brow in disgust.

He grinned. Why was he the only one talking? Was I too inferior for the so-called demon to speak directly to me?

“It would be my pleasure, and if you don’t like me, you can always sit on the driver’s lap,” he winked, cocking his head towards Harris.

Annoyed, I pressed my lips together into a thin line. Why was I still talking to this moron?

“Oh, come on, don’t you want to see what it’s like to sit on the driver’s lap in a car like this?” He continued to grin, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

These people clearly got everything they wanted, and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting their bubble. I noticed a small smile on Harris’ lips before I spoke.

“Yeah, I definitely want to try it, but I’d rather be in the arms of someone who actually knows how to drive and doesn’t run people over in parking lots. But thanks for the offer.”

I winked at him and waited enough to see the driver’s smile fade. I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down in anger, and a devilish grin formed on my lips as I walked away from their car.

As I approached Kristen and Candice, I noticed they were staring at me like I’d just returned from coffee with the devil.

“What?” I frowned.

I saw another car approaching, and Kristen was dragging me behind her like a mother promising her child a good spanking.

“So, I take it you like trouble,” she muttered through her teeth.

“I’m an expert,” I admitted, but it was no longer a joke.

I was more than aware that I was playing with fire, and I needed to learn to stop before I got burned…again.

“What took you so long?” I growled at the boys as I squeezed into the backseat of Zac’s minivan next to Candice and Kristen.

“What’s Stone doing here?” Zac asked gruffly, staring at the black car parked a few meters away from us.

It hadn’t moved yet.

“He was trying to impress the new girls. What did you think?” Kristen laughed, which made me and Candice murmur.

“The only impression he’s made on me is that he’s crazy. He’s beautiful, but he’s a maniac. He almost ran Kath over,” the fascination Candice had for the demon seemed to have evaporated.

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