Blood Money (1) | The Inheritance Games

XVI. i did something bad

"If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing
I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming"

"Ready?" Noah asks me, watching me put on the last of my makeup. He offered to give me a ride to school today then proceeded to arrive an hour early, meaning he is now sitting on the edge of my bed watching me impatiently as I get ready. 

"Almost." I reply, coating my lips in a matte nude lipstick. 

"Ready?" He asks when he sees I've got the lipstick on, I pull out my highlighter and touch up my cheeks and nose. "You already did that one." He comments flatly, clearly bored out his mind as he twiddles his keys.

"I need to touch it up." I explain defensively. "Now you're ready?" He asks hopefully as I start to pack up my makeup.

I finish off my makeup with at least 50 sprays of setting spray. I get my perfume out and start spraying it everywhere.

I pull on my heels and stand up. "Why do you wear those?" He asks gesturing to my heels. "You're just mad I'm almost as tall as you in them." I giggle.

"Not even close, Spence. Why do you wear them when everyone always complains they're uncomfortable?" He asks me.

"Brand deals, and it makes me look hot." I shrug with a cheeky grin.

"You can say that again." He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms round my stomach and kissing my cheek from behind.

"I think I'm ready." I grin, a blush glowing from under my makeup.

Noah takes my hand and leads me out, heading through the house past lots of maids who eye us strangely.

We get to his car and he opens the door for me then takes a seat behind the wheel. As we're driving out of the driveway Noah slams on the breaks, making us both lurch forward.

"What was that?!" I yell at him. He doesn't even need to answer before I see the dark silhouetted outline of a cowboy. He is standing proudly behind Noah's car to scar us. 

He knocks on the window of the driver and Noah immediately rolls it down, swallowing with fear.

"Care to tell me why you're driving my baby sister?" Nash challenges.

I roll my eyes and slouch into my seat. "Well by law we're sort of supposed to go to school-" Noah jokes nervously. 

"Funny guy are you?" Nash comments firmly.

"Yes sir." Noah squeaks, staring straight ahead.

"You dating my sister?" He asks. "Yes sir." Noah nods. "You the kid that's been beating her?" Nash warns calmly, but I know he's nothing close to calm about the situation. When Nash and Grayson found out they looked like they could kill. I told them I'd tell them when I was ready, which was my way of stalling them and hoping they forget.

"Never." Noah replies sincerely. 

"You two sexing?" Nash asks. 

"Oh my god!" I squeal with embarrassment.

"If you're mature enough to have sex, you're mature enough to tell me so I can make sure you're being safe." Nash insists.

"Jesus! Noah, drive." I beg. Noah is bright red with embarrassment.

"Wrap it up. Get my sister pregnant and I kill you." Nash smiles, but there's nothing particularly pleasant about his words.

"We're not having sex. Not yet." Noah assures.

"Not yet?" Nash booms, his voice echoing and scaring off nearby birds in trees. Noah doesn't need me to tell him once more, he just steps on the gas and drives away, both of us in fits of laughter.