My Cowboy

Chapter 16

- Gosh, why can't he just answer the phone? It's fucking easy! I exclaim, getting more and more irritated every second. And yeah, if you couldn't guess, I'm talking about Nate. While I'm throwing a fit about it I hear a chuckle, Jerkface's chuckle. Yeah, I'm on my way too school, or well, we are, since he made me let him drive me, which I of course objected to but he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder and plopped me down in the passenger seat of his car. His very beautiful car, but I'm still pretty mad at him, like, does he know what people will say and think when they see me getting out of his car? Nah, I don't think he does, they will stare and whisper about me all day, they're gonna think I had sex with him, that I'm a slut. Which is so far from the truth it can get, almost.

- It's not funny! I yell, making him laugh even harder.

- But it is!

- No.

- Yeah.

- No.

- No.

- Yeah, he laughs and I realize my mistake. I punch his arm.

- Ow, what was that for? He asks, rubbing his arm.

- You know why, I answer and he laughs yet again.

- Why can't you just drop me off a block away? I grumble, glaring at him.

- Because, why should I? He counter.

- Because, do you know what people will think about me? They'll think we had sex! I cry.

- Yeah, so? If it wasn't for you we would have..., he smirks.

- Yeah, so not going to happen, I mutter.

- Did you say something? Nah, it was probably a fly, I frown.

- Excuse me? Did you just... I won't even argue more, you're too annoying, now it's my turn to smirk and his to glare.

- Are you talking to yourself again? You know it's bad to do that, people will think that you're crazy. Not that you aren't..., he mutters the last part but I can still hear him perfectly.

- Pardon? If anyone's crazy it's you, I huff.

- Oh, what a great comeback! He praises, with a lot of sarcasm, might I add, if you didn't know already.

- Can you just shut up already? I ask.

- Nah...

- Can you just drop me off here? I ask.

- Nah...

- Why?

- 'Cause I don't feel like it, he shrugs.

- So?!

- I have a suggestion..., he begins.

- What?

- ... But I don't know if I want to tell you..., he continues and I sigh.

- Why?

- ...'Cause knowing you, you probably wouldn't even listen..., he goes on and I glare.

- You don't even know me!

- Oh, but I do, better than you think..., he tells me.

- Yeah, how?

- I dunno, people talking 'bout you and me doing some research, he shrugs, like it isn't important, at all.

- Eh, stalker, much?

- Nah, it's called to investigate, honey.

- Yeah, it doesn't matter what it's called! You had no right to do it! I almost-yell.