A Ride

Chapter 7

Emelia's POV

"ThankYou," I mumble as I fasten the seat belt.
His car feels comfortable and warm, contrary to the frosty weather outside. I feel shivers from the damp clothes hugging onto my body and wet scalp so I rub my palms briskly to avail myself of some heat.

I move the wet strands off my face and turn my front to overlook him staring at me. I note his attire and hair being the same, clean and dry.

"How did you, not get soaked in the rain?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I didn't take forever to get into the car!"
his British accent shoots up the edge he has every. single. time.

I roll my eyes and straighten my posture with my attention on the storm splattering on the windshield of the car.
The sky was getting darker and streaks of lightning shone at regular intervals with roars from the atmosphere.

Thank god he asked me to come by.

"You're Welcome," he stares with his hands on the steering and a grin on his face.

What. I did not say that aloud I'm sure.

"What?"

"Didn't you just thank the Lord for a sexy guy offering you a ride back home in this weather?" He says, still grinning.

A laugh slips out of my lips.

"Nope, I did not." I lie.
Not a complete lie tho, I did not think of him as sexy.

But he is sexy.

"Can we leave ?" I shift my brains.

He rolls his eyes and turns on the ignition. As the car paces he turns up the blower setting and the instant warm air blanketing my frozen face makes me feel a whole better.

He drums his fingers on the steering with the horrible rock tunes playing on the stereo. I sigh and rest my head on the door frame scanning the highway with my eyes ignoring the headache I am getting because of this music.

"You love it don't you!" He yells louder than the bass of the tunes.

"What?" I ask, raising my head from the rest position.

"The music!"

"Sure I do." I scoff and relax again.

My mind travels back to the bits of the day spent with this ruthless human.

"Why do you like this place?" I ask with my eyes focused on the water swarming with the back and forth motion of the wipers.

I wait for his response but get none. Maybe he didn't attend to me.

"Hey, why do you like this place?" I repeat, looking at his face this time. He stays still but the change of his expressions makes me sure he didn't miss my words.

"Hey?" I rest my palm on his arm.
His hand rises from the steering, reaches the volume bar and with just a flick of his fingers, the already loud music turns louder thudding the windows and the bass hitting my chest.

Wha-

I shoot a strong glare at him and instantly shove my fingers to the volume bar and turn it down.

I can feel the anger building up in me.

"You heard me?" I almost yell.

He throws a death stare at me and turns up the volume again. What is offending him so much?
He can speak up if there is no answer to this question but what are all these looks for no reason?
Ignorance for no reason?