Page 145 of Pride High 2: Orange
“That’s just how good I am.”
The car slowed and turned into the parking lot of her old school.
“What are you doing?” Mindy asked.
“Driving around is fun, but I can’t look at you as much as I want to.”
He was a flatterer! And she loved it. Mindy knew exactly what he had in mind as he parked in the far corner of the lot. She was interested in the same thing. Now that her first kiss was out of the way, she was eager to try again so she could experience it without the pressure.
“I’m really glad I met you,” Troy said.
“Me too,” Mindy replied.
He unbuckled his seatbelt. She did the same. Troy’s blue-gray eyes searched hers before he leaned over. Mindy met him halfway. A kiss was one thing. Making out was even better. They had infinite chances to get it right. Although she couldn’t help but laugh when his tongue darted out. Mindy shifted and went in for more, being daring with her own tongue, which wasn’t as sexy as she always imagined it would be. Not at first. She came to appreciate it more as they continued to kiss. She liked how warm and firm his hand felt where it cupped the side of her neck and got goosebumps when he slid his palm over her skin. Although the spell was broken when he squeezed one of her boobs suddenly.
“Hey!” she said while pulling away. “That’s a little fast, don’t you think?”
Troy smiled. “Like I said, I want to be a racecar driver.”
“Well I don’t!”
“Sorry.” He leaned close again. “You drive me wild. I’ll try to control myself.”
“You better,” she said, softening her tone, because those gray-blue eyes sure were sweet.
Mindy didn’t complain when he put a hand on her knee. She nearly forgot it was there as they resumed making out. Until she felt it slide higher up her leg, which made her uncomfortable, but she trusted him not to push his luck. Which was a mistake. Troy leaned closer, forcing her back against the seat as his palm slid even higher. Past the hem of her skirt and up her inner thigh.
“Stop!” Mindy shouted while shoving him away.
Those sweet eyes of his became hard as they scowled. “What now?”
“If I didn’t like you squeezing my boob, I obviously don’t want you touching me there!”
“Seriously?” he insisted. “My hands were above your clothes.”
“That doesn’t make it okay! Stop being a creep!”
“Stop being a cocktease!”
Mindy stared at him in disbelief. Then she reached for the door.
“Wait!” Troy grabbed her wrist. “I won’t try that again. I promise. I’ll control myself.”
Mindy shook him off with burning cheeks. “You already said that once. I’m not giving you another chance. Not after what you called me."
"Being called a creep isn’t nice either,” he growled.
“Then you shouldn’t behave like one!”
Troy glared and shook his head. “Whatever, you prude.”
The word hurt, but she wasn’t going give into his demands because of it. Mindy shoved against the passenger-side door and stumbled out of his car. Then, with trembling legs, she walked toward the street. Tires squealed loudly from behind her, Mindy tensing in response. When his car skidded to a halt right in front of her, she considered running in the opposite direction.
The driver-side window rolled down. “Get in,” Troy said. “It’s cold out. Where are you going?”
“Home,” Mindy said, attempting to walk around his car, but he kept rolling it forward to block her way. And that freaked her out, because she clearly didn’t know what sort of person he really was, and she didn’t want to get raped.
“Leave me alone!” Mindy shouted as loud as she could, hoping that someone would hear.
