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Rose POV
Every minute in this car with Vincent is making me feel even more uncomfortable. The fact that he's seen me naked just this morning, makes it even worse. He's making it impossible to hate him with his mood swings. One moment he's rude to me, the next helping me. I can't figure him out.
I let my hair fall to my sides so that I could stop looking at him, but that didn't stop me from peeking through my thick hair ones and a while. I realize he'd changed clothes from this morning because he's now wearing a grey shirt that made his body stand out perfectly. I quickly look away when I see him lift his left hand to comb through his hair with his fingers. I tried not to look, but it was no use. I was drooling over him. I clear my throat looking out the window taking a deep breath.
What is wrong with me?? I tried to get the images of him out of my head, but they wouldn't go. If he wasn't so attractive it'd be so much easier to hate him. Why'd he have to be so attractive?
"What's wrong with you?"
I jumped at the sound of his husky voice. I wasn't expecting him to talk to me. I was perfectly prepared to sit here and not have a conversation with him because I knew if we did, it would end with me jumping out of a moving car.
I shake my head slightly. "Nothing."
My response seemed to have set him off because he rolled his eyes in response. "You've been sitting there looking constipated. If you're arm hurts you can tell me you know." He mutters.
I stare at him rudely squinting my eyes. "It doesn't hurt. Besides I didn't think you cared."
For a moment I think he would say something rude back but instead he starts laughing.
"What makes you think I give a fuck about you?" his harsh words hurt me but I try to brush it off.
"Stop the car, I can walk from here." I frown. I knew the way, and I was already planning to go to the ER because of this morning. Besides, there was no way I was going to last another minute in the car with him.
"Done tempt me" he smirks
I groan out loud making him laugh.
"You really don't like me. That's weird because I'm a very likable person." He shrugs and it irritates me the way he says it. Was he implying that I should automatically like him? Just because every other girl finds him attractive doesn't mean I would. Lie.
"You're right, I mean what's not to like. You're rude, disrespectful and you don't even care if you almost killed me. How can I not like a guy like you!" I mutter mostly to myself but I know he clearly heard me.
His laughter fills the car and I try to act like it wasn't one of the most melodic sounds I've ever heard.
I wait for him to stop laughing before I try to sneak a look at his face through my thick dark brown hair only to be surprised when he looked more deep in thought than amused. He had a serious look on his face and I can't help but wonder what made him suddenly so solemn.
"I didn't know you were in the house." He says. I didn't expect him to bring back the topic of last night. But I was curious what he meant by that.
Is he trying to put the blame on me for being inside the house in the first place? Whatever it is he was trying to imply, all I really wanted was an apology. Is that really so hard to say?
"Aren't you going to apologize?"
He smirks. "For what?"
I groan in anger looking out the window and crossing my hand on my chest like a child after hearing his response. Did he seriously not know what to apologize for?? He starts to chuckle and I scowl at him angrily sinking back to my chair.
"If you're not even going to bother to apologize to me, then how about leaving me alone? It's bad enough we live under the same roof, so if you could just stop being where I am, that would be great!" I say as rude as I could but my voice cracked.
I didn't usually talk to anyone as rude as I've ever talked to him but he just irritates me and I've earned the right to be angry at him!
I see him grip the stirring wheel tighter through his reflection on tinted window.
"I don't live in that house. Not since 2 years ago." He says indifferently. His voice was deeper as if he was restraining himself from yelling. "Besides, if you're referring to earlier at the station, you followed me, not the other way around. I was there first." He rolls his eyes.
I turn around abruptly facing him. "I did not follow you! I went there to get my stuff! If I knew you were going to be there I never would have gone in!" I defend myself harshly. Even I was surprised by my reaction towards him.
He doesn't say anything. Instead he just looks ahead with his unreadable expression.
The silence was gnawing at me. I started to fumble with my seat belt unknowingly. A vibration makes me jump followed with a familiar ringtone and I realize it was my phone.
I place the phone in my ear happy to have something to distract me from Vincent's presence.
"Hello?" I say onto the phone.
"Rose, hey"
"Jacob!" My mood brightened the second I heard his voice. Vincent glanced at me for a moment then looks away. I clear my throat feeling embarrassed at my enthusiasm. Vincent probably heard the change in my voice when I called out Jacob's name.
"You miss me that much?" Jacob laughs and familiar melody makes me smile.
"Yeah, I do actually." I admit.
"I wish I could have stayed. How's things? Did you find a place to stay at for the meantime? Say the words and I'm there. I'm serious." He was using his brotherly tone at me.
I couldn't help but laugh a little. "No, don't. Everything's fine. I'm fine." I was avoiding his question desperately hoping he wouldn't ask again. I didn't want to tell him where I was staying, afraid that he really would drag himself back ones he finds out.
"I got to get back, my boss is calling. I'll call tonight okay." He says.
"Okay. Bye Jacob"
"Be safe" he says and the phone goes dead.
The phone call had completely distracted me that ones it ended I'd somehow been made aware that I was in a car with Vincent. Vincent's eyes were on the road, his face blank. By the look on his face, we were done talking.
I turned my body facing the window and watched the blurry images of the outside pass us by.
