Don't mess with her

Chapter 6: Caught with the bipolar

I was standing in front of my locker putting away all the books that I won't need for the weekend. Last period has gone by quickly. The bell rang a few minutes ago and almost everyone had already left. I closed the locker door.

My scream echoed through the halls. A tall figure was revealed after I closed the door. "You scare the hell out of me!" Second time my voice resonated through the halls.

"Let's get this over with." I didn't know why Drake's response made me mad, but it did big time.

"You want me to tutor you today? It's Friday; don't you have some sort of banging to catch up with?" I must be feeling brave or incredibly stupid for having the confidence to talk to him like this. But I swear it's almost inevitable. I began to walk towards the exit hugging the book that I took from the library.

"Stating the obvious."

Ugh, pig.

"Which is none of your business. The teacher gave me three sheets with ten required signatures in each. So the sooner we begin this tutoring, the better." By now, we were both walking side by side outside the school.

Suddenly, I realized I was walking by myself. I turned around to see where Drake has gone to. He was standing next to a black Honda that looked fairly new with tinted windows.

"Get in," he ordered without looking at me and getting in the car. I walked quickly and stood by the passenger door, I bent down looking at him sternly.

"I prefer to walk, thank you. Besides, my house is not that far."

"I won't leave my car here just because you want to 'walk'."

"I won't get in." I crossed my arms for effect. I felt childish, I know it is, but I don't know what else to do to avoid getting in his car. I don't even know him that well and the little bit I know about him gives me the impression that he wants me dead, so no, I don't want to get in his car.

He took a long breath. It was clear that I was striking a nerve. Oh, the joys of being a pain in the ass. Comes with the package.

"Either you get in or I'll follow you all the way with every person shouting at the both of us for slowing down the traffic." He had a smug smile that I so wanted to wipe away with my fist. He knows he won.

"Fine!" I slammed the door after getting in. He shot me a murderous look. I rolled my eyes and turn to look outside my window. Boys and their cars.

I only spoke to him to give him the directions to my house. He only grunted in response, like it was obvious that I would live there. I don't know what his problem is. Sure, the neighborhood I live in was pretty decent and my house was what you can call big, but I never saw it like a big thing. By the time I got out of the car I was holding my patience by a tread. He has the nerve to judge me. Material things don't define who you are.

I was looking for my keys in my bag, when I got them out they slipped from my hands. When I grabbed them and stood up, I felt Drake so close behind me that I could feel the heat emanating from his body. His mouth came near my ear and I could only hear his steady breath. A miracle, because by now, I was hyperventilating so loud that I felt like my next door neighbors could hear me.

"A little nervous, aren't we?" His voice was so husky that I felt a little weak at the knees. Treacherous knees.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and prayed that my hands didn't betray me. I quickly opened the door and let him in. He looked around taking everything in. He had a curious expression. I closed the door and led him to the kitchen. He kept looking around with the same expression. I went to the fridge and offered him a drink. Just because he's an ass doesn't mean I am too. He settled for the water. I gave him the glass, and he sat on one of the stools.