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I was pulled outside into the schools parking lot, a hint of fear enveloped me as anybody could have seen us but it seems Kyle could have cared less about others.
I gasped when I saw the car that lit up when he pressed the keys, "you have a Ferrari?", I asked,eyes opened wide as I did not expect this of him.
What were you expecting?
He opened the door for me and I hopped inside, "I have more than Ferrari's Ms. Phillips" he replied, before closing the door behind me and getting in on his side.
Cocky much.
This just made me want to know more about him, I know that's for people who are looking to date which I am clearly not but it's supposed to be okay to know things about the person your fucking.
"Does it have anything to do with Dr. Green calling you doctor?" I asked, trying to pry without sounding too nosey, I remembered it clearly, she said it just before he left the room.
He smirked and pushed start the super car that was bound to kill us, "seatbelts" he ordered, putting on his and ignoring my question.
He reversed out of the parking lot and without realizing it, I was dodging any prying eyes by slumping down in the seat, Professor Norman chuckled noticing my antics.
When we were out of arms way I straightened out and fixed my dress that had ridden up. I glanced over at the professor who was focused on the road and decided to tease him.
"I didn't take you for someone who would ignore a good conversation" the same smirk tugged at the corner of his lips and his fingers squeezed the steering wheel tighter.
"I didn't take you for someone who would pry so much, considering your only using me to get your boyfriend out of your head" he shot back, a shocked gasp left my lips and I whipped to the side to face him. I was not expecting him to say that and I was offended that he did.
He glanced at me, eyebrows raised "am I lying Celine?" He asked coolly as if he'd just achieved something great, my jaw clenched fist balled because I was pissed at him, pissed that he was right.
I turned away from him and tried to ignore the question, I wasn't liking where this conversation was going and I didn't want the mood to be ruined.
"Where are you taking me?" I decided to asked, steering the conversation into another direction and folding my arms across my chest.
An amused chuckle left his lips and I could see out of my peripheral that he was also shaking his head, "you'll see" was all he replied with.
I huffed out and snuggled closer in the seat while he drove through the city.
He wasn't a bad driver considering he had a fast car, he was safe and just cruised for majority of the journey which I am grateful for. It didn't take me long to know that we were pulling up on my street, I creased my brows and sat up to look at the familiar buildings.
He drove down the street and rounded a couple corners before stopping Infront of my apartment building, "m-my home?" I asked, wierded out as to why he'd carry me here.
I looked over at him as I waited for an answer, "yeah... I live in a very popular area and I saw how uncomfortable you were when we were leaving the university. Anybody could have seen you if you were to leave from my home" I blushed at his consideration how sweet, I pursed my lips and nodded and just like that my mood was back up.
He found parking and then in no time we were ascending the stairs of my building, "it's not much and I didn't get much time to tidy up this morning" I began to ramble, professor Norman just played a small smile on his lips.
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