falling for the Badboy

chapter twenty five

"Like I said, we're late–well mostly me–so I'll answer your questions on our way."

Our way? Who said we're going anywhere together?

"I'm not going anywhere with you genius."

"Thanks for the compliment." He smirks–like literally smirks, and boy does he look sexy–"but we're both late, get in." He gestures by slightly bending his head towards the car.

Okay, maybe he's right. I've left my keys in my room and that will require me to go all the way there which will take a lot of time that I can save by just going with him but it's the way I'll have to get back home from the game that worries me. Lexi will want to drop me off and that will mean I have to tell her where I live and that's a big fat no no.

"How will i–"

"I'll give you a ride back."

"Okay."
I get into the passenger seat of his lamborghini, its like he drives a different car everyday. To keep the phrase short, I'm jealous.

"I came to discuss something with your father, seeing as how he'll be celebrating his achievements tomorrow, he needed my presence to boost his popularity."

Why would Isaac need a teenager to boost his popularity? And since when are they on  friendly terms?

"I'll be your plus one tomorrow."

"You forgot to use the words 'can'– or 'may' for extra politeness." 

He looks at me intently,like he's tryna figure out how the wheels in my brain work. Well good luck with that.

"Please keep your eyes on the road."

"I haven't even started the car yet. Speaking of car safety, strap up, my hurricane sterrato here isn't a friendly machine."

"You can just call it a lamborghini, prick." I say under my breath but he seems to have heard me.

Good.

I put my seat belt on and brace myself for my worst car ride ever. Without warning, Christian speeds out the driveway, through the steal gate and onto the main road. Even though I complained my ass out the whole way to school, it was so thrilling.Very addictive even. I ignored Christian the whole way to school. He's a canning creepy ass, he might ask me if I expect us to get married because he talked to me. He's so full of himself–but let's be honest, who wouldn't if they had that face? That body? That talent? That brain? That smile? Those eyes? That hair? That voice? Those lips? Those veiny han–

"You can look at me all you want some other time,love. we're here."

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.

Quick sand? Please swallow me whole.

"I wasn't loo–"

He looks at me, unfastens his seat belt, opens his door, grabs his nike duffle bag, gets out of the car, bangs his door and starts walking away.
He's such a fucking gentleman.

"You coming or not?" He speaks loud enough for me to hear while he continues to walk away without even sparing me a glance. I get out of his car, paying a blind eye to all the people looking at me and whispering staff to their friends as I walk past.

Great, now I'm getting the one thing I hate the most–attention.
The game begins in 15 minutes so that's probably a relief on Greek God's side, on mine? Well, it changes nothing.

"The game takes place in the gymnasium, I'm going in the locker room to change."

"Honestly, I didn't need this explanation."