Who Said Dorky Isn't the Way to Go?

Chapter Three

"I don' appreciate this at all, Ky," I growled, my arms crossed over my chest as he sped down the street. "Oh my God, slow down! Jesus! You're gonna end up killin' me!"

He smirked and then, as if to prove a point, sped up faster. "You won't die alone."

"Yeah, 'cuz that's a comfortin' thought. Wit my luck, our souls will end up tied together an' we'll have to live together for the rest of eternity."

"In your wildest dreams, honey," he said, winking.

I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes. "If I wanted you, Ky, I would have you. Know why? I. Am. Sexy. That's why."

He gave me a strange look. "Really? Because in that outfit, you are screaming, 'I am a twelve year old dork!'"

I glared at him. "Fuck you."

"Honey, these fantasies of yoursare unhealthy. It's somewhat like an obsession now." He winked again. I knew he knew that I was joking, but he liked messing with me. For some odd reason. I hadn't done anything to him but accidentally run into him.

I didn't respond to him. Anything I said would get changed into something completely out of context. Instead, I watched the road and prayed, making sure he didn't kill me. Because I wasn't quite sure I wanted to die just yet. I still had to clear my reputation up--but how was I supposed to do that when I was in Cali and my reputation was in Louisiana? Stupid parents.

"Hey, Mighty Mouse, kid-whose-life-is-like-bubble-gum-on-my-shoes--"

"What's that spose to mean?" I demanded.

He gave me an "are you stupid" look and said, "Bubble gum on my shoes. I don't see it until I look down, it's aggravating, and it's always on me."

"For the record, I try to spend as much time away from you as possible."

He laughed. "Which is why you're in this truck with me."

"Hey, you picked me up. I ain't had a choice."

"But once I had you in my grip, you didn't struggle...." He grinned widely. He was so sadistic. Why would he get his laughs from my pains? I mean, I'm the sweetest person I know, if I'm not attitudinal, but other than that--

"I'm not sadistic and you're not sweet."

Whoops. Didn't mean to say that out loud. I wanted to press the subject, but we pulled up to his house.

I got out and walked straight inside, not even bothering to wait for him. I saw three guys on the sofa--and none of them were my brother. I turned around to walk out. "Where's Trevor?" I demanded, glaring at him.

He laughed and turned me around. "Trevor's.... out. You're hanging with me tonight." He winked and I went in... somewhat reluctantly.

Was it scary to say that I was actually ecited to spend the time at the game with Ky?