Only for me | Draco Malfoy

15.

I sat on a bench in front of the school, my legs crossed and tucked beneath me. I wished I had brought a sweater to school now, because the tiny crop top I was wearing was doing nothing to keep the cool breeze from blowing onto me.

My father couldn't pick me up for at least another two hours, and then he'd have to rush back to his office. I could walk, but my house was across town and it would take me the same amount of time. I wished I had cash on me so I could call Shannon and ask him to meet me. I was already craving a high. I wondered if that was a cause for concern, but I already knew it was. But who cares? A lot of things have been worrying lately.

I was trying hard not to remember Elijah's words to me. They bothered me so much because I knew they were true. I had done exactly what he had said. I was a liar.

And now I've had two men tell me that I was such. Elijah, after all, said it. Ryder only hinted at it. Strongly.

Maybe I was the source of the problem after all.

"What are you doing here?" When I looked up, Draco was standing there with his keys in his hand, his body pointing towards the parking lot.

"My ride backed out." I informed him.

Draco looked at me, torn, probably wondering how he could leave me here without coming across as a jerk.

"Come on, I'll take you." He waved his hand at me and began walking towards his car.

He turned back towards me when he didn't hear me follow.

"Would you rather sit here in the cold than allow me to drive you home?" His eyes were hurting again, as if I had offended him.

I'm not sure why he was so concerned.

Before getting up, I weighed my options. Hopefully, he'll keep the probing questions to a minimum this time. My recent interactions with Draco have taught me the opposite.

I searched for the SUV he'd driven to the lake house this weekend but couldn't find it. I watched as Draco approached a black Mercedes before realising it was his father's SUV. I got into the car, noticing the posh interior and the faint new car smell. Draco, like everyone else at this school, appears to be a spoiled rich kid.

"What type of music do you want on?" Draco asked as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"Whatever you want."

He nodded before pulling out his phone and playing a mellow pop punk song, which filled the car. I was pleasantly surprised by his music selection; I expected him to listen to the same mumble rap as the other guys. He was quiet as he drove out of the parking lot and onto the road towards my house.

"Who was going to drive you home?" Draco asked me, because apparently that was his new favourite thing to do.

"Elijah." As the car accelerated onto the highway, I mumbled, watching the world outside the window blur.

"What made him change his mind?" I let out a sigh.

"I'm not sure."

"You certainly do." Draco responded without missing a beat.

Draco, the human lie detector, of course.

"I refused to watch a movie with him." At least, that was the short version.

"So he just dropped you off at school?" Draco's voice was tense, as if he were angry.

"I suppose." I muttered.

Draco muttered something that I couldn't understand.

"How come you don't have a car?" He questioned.