The Seductress

Day 119

"Get in the car!"

It's been a little over a week and things are still tense.

"Suck a dick"

Very tense.

"That's your job"

I rolled my eyes. "Nice one, asshole. Because calling me a hoe will definitely get me in your car."

"You are right, that was the wrong approach," he said as he got up from the driver seat. "This," he said as he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulders.

At this point, I was kicking and thrashing viciously.

"-is how you get a chick in a car," he said, as he dropped me onto the backseat and turned on the child locks.

"Let me out asshole," I screamed as I repeatedly pulled on the handle.

"Babe," he interrupted, his victoriously flashing that god awful, perfectly white teeth smile. "Calm down and stop trying to break my handle, this car is worth more than your life."

"Dickhead, dickweed, dickball, uglydick, cocksucker..." I repeated over and over under my breath.

After a few minutes of sitting uncomfortably in the backseat, I laid down. Of course, immature Colton could not go a single second without offering a backhanded comment of how, now that I was lying down, I was in a comfortable position because I am a hoe. Or something along those line.

I cursed him under my breath for quite a while until I was no longer cursing, or talking for that matter.

I was jolted awake by a not so nice Colton Pierce. Not like there is any other type. "What?" I asked groggily. And rudely. I was definitely rude.

I looked at him slightly confused. Maybe it was my tired state, but he seemed less mean. If that made sense. Almost apologetic? "What?" I asked again more groggily than rude this time.

"We-we sort of got a flat," he said slowly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Usually, I would've gotten angry, maybe yelled but I was way too caught up in the trance of sleep that all I could mutter out was," idiot."

"You are not pissed?" He asked baffled.

"I'm tired," I corrected.

He asked the question again.

I responded no, it was only after he felt the need to confirm that I wasn't mad for the a hundredth time, that I said I was pissed and let myself fall back into a beautiful trance of sleep. But sadly, that beautiful trance was cut oh too short and within five minutes I was woken back up.

"What the fuck do you want?" I said as I was awoken for the second time.

"See now that's the J I know so well."

I groaned. "Can we just go home?"

" Well, unless you have untouched automotive skills that I didn't know about, then no."

"Have you called anyone?"

"No..." He said as he averted his eyes.

"Well why haven't you called someone?"

"Because, sweetie, we are in the middle of no where and I can guarantee that none of our friends would come out here and pick us up?"

I inwardly vomited at the sound of that word leave his mouth. "First. I am not your sweetie, meathead. And secondly, speak for yourself about the friends because I sure have a friend who'd  be willing to drive down here right now if I asked."