Page 12 of Ride or Die
We are so close; the energy flickering between us is palpable. His eyes scan my face as if trying to read what I’m thinking.
In the distance, we hear someone yelling, breaking the spell he was putting me under. The pull between us was so strong, I could have kissed him right then and there. I now understand that pheromone energy stuff I’ve read about.
“Colt! Colton!” the female voice calls in the distance. We turn away from each other to see Serena running across the parking lot towards us.
“C’mon,” he mumbles, pulling my hand and leading us quickly towards his car. I take five steps for every two strides this guy takes, so he’s basically pulling me as fast as my little legs will take me.
“Colt! Wait!” the whiney voice calls from right behind us. We stop at the car and he unlocks it just as Serena runs up and pushes me out of the way.
“Get out of here, loser. This is Colton’s car. You shouldn’t be here.” She sneers.
What a bitch. Did she not just see him dragging me along?
She composes herself and turns to him. “Ready to go Colt, baby?” she says, batting her eyes and twirling her blonde hair on her finger, instantly changing from mega bitch to mega bimbo.
I wait for Colton to explain that I do have to take the train after all.
“No, Serena, I’m taking Layla home.” Her mouth opens and closes like a fish. I’m completely stunned too. He’s takingmeinstead of Serena?
“Wh-What? But Colt, we…last week...you’ve given me a ride...” She trails off as she pouts.
“Yeah, I did, and now, I’m not. The bus stop is over there, Serena. Find yourself a way home, or better yet, have daddy send a town car.” He says coldly. Like it is so easy for him to just move on from girl to girl.
Because it is, that’s what he does.
Oh my god, does he think he’s going to nail me next? Am I just another notch on his bedpost? Is that why he’s being so nice to me? Once he gets in my pants, he will probably act as if I was never alive.
He looks over at me and raises his eyebrows. “Layla?” He gestures for me to get into the car. I do as he says and close the door. Serena throws daggers at me with her eyes as she watches me sit in the passenger seat, and I look away from her intimidating glare.
The car rumbles to life, sending a surge of energy right to my core again like the first night I sat in this car. This two-door Camaro and the man driving it are sexy as fuck. Put them together, it's just...wow.
Colton turns to me and gives me a half-smirk before he puts it in drive. I’m having trouble controlling the hormones rushing through my body, clenching my thighs together to ease the pulsing ache between them.
We pull away from the university and head out to the highway to go home to The Shores. I still can’t believe he chose me over Serena. What is happening here?
The drive is long and quiet, but comfortable. I find myself glancing at him repeatedly, still in shock that I’m in his car again, but he catches me nearly every time.
We pull up in front of my house and I look over at Colton, who is just watching me, looking so damn sexy in the driver's seat of his car that it takes my breath away. This guy could be a GQ model.
“Thanks for the ride. You wanna come in?” I blurt out. Oh my god. Why would I ask that? I don’t want him to come in and see how we live! He makes me so weird and jittery with excitement that I always embarrass myself. Not that he would want to come in anyway. He just gave me a ride, that’s it.
“Yeah, I would actually,” he interrupts my spiraling mind, quickly removing his seat belt and hopping out of the car. He grabs his bag from the backseat and closes the door.
Wait, what?
We walk up to my house, and my heart is racing. Colton Hawthorne is about to see my home. My bedroom. Fuck!
My mom and dad are at work, so they're not home, and hopefully my sister isn’t either.
But I’m not that lucky.
Of course, the first thing we see when we walk in is Simone in just her bra and skirt, straddling and making out with some random guy on the couch.
Sure as shit ain’t Nate from the street race.
Just another guy on another day. She doesn’t take life seriously and will be stuck here forever as a result. She is either at a party, going to one, or fucking someone. What man wants to lock down the suburb slut?
Her eyes lift to see us walk in the door, and she pulls away from her latest conquest. Her curled brown hair is all a mess, lipstick smudged.
