Page 11 of His Virgin Angel

“What are friends for?”

Looking behind him, she saw that Drake had pulled up outside of the college. “I really need to go,” she said.

Moving around him, she made her way toward the car. Drake didn’t get out even as he stared a hole into the man’s back.

“Who was that?”

“I don’t know. Some guy from the restaurant. How come you’re picking me up?” He rarely picked her up.

“There has been an incident at school with Brian, and you need to go and pick him up from Jack’s.”

“Oh, crap. What happened?”

“It would seem Brian doesn’t like being called an orphan, and the kids are having a lot of pleasure when it comes to teasing him.”

“Kids are horrible, and cruel.”

“That I agree with.” Drake pulled away from the college, and she shoved her bag into the back. She refused to sit behind Drake. It seemed wrong to do that.

“Where are we going?”

“Jack told me to take you back to his apartment.”

“So he went and picked up my brother?”

“Yes. They couldn’t reach you.”

She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and saw it was dead. “Shoot, I forgot to charge it last night.”

“Jack will be pissed.”

“I know. I can’t believe I interrupted his day.”

“He won’t be pissed about that. You know he cares about your and Brian’s safety. Always has. What he’ll be pissed about is the fact you forgot to charge it, and put yourself at risk.”

“I don’t get it. What risk was I putting myself into?” she asked.

“Did I not just see you talking to a strange man?”

“So, Jack was a strange man to me once.”

“Yeah, and you really need to learn not to talk to strangers.”

Even though it was childish, she stuck her tongue out at him, and then proceeded to laugh. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I can.” He laughed. “There are times I forget how much fun you can be.”

“And other times?”

“I really wish I can be like that. In this day and age, goofing around is just not allowed.”

“What do you do for Jack?” she asked.

“I drive him wherever he needs to go.”

“Not just that. What does he do? I don’t know anything about him other than he’s a businessman of some sort. Shouldn’t he be on the covers of magazines or something?” she asked.

She’d never questioned Jack as she didn’t want to appear rude. He was her savior, and she didn’t want to ruin that with endless questions about him.

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