The New Girl & The Bad Boy

9-Dinner Dates

Chapter 8

        I wanted him to answer, I needed him to answer but he ignored me, he just kept his head facing the road. Did he not want to be an item? As much as I liked him I refused becoming some sort friends with benefits. Did he think having a girlfriend would ruin his reputation? I remember Kylie, Tara and Ally mentioning that he wasn't really into relationships.

        Why should I be any different? I am an idiot...

        Slowly we pulled up to a house, and I instantly knew Lucas had lied when he had said there would only be a few people there. He was already out of the car about to open my door.

        I just sat there with my arms crossed I refused to even unbuckle my seatbelt. I could tell I was already getting on his nerves. Damn, he had a short fuse today!

        "Would you like me to carry you?" Lucas said sarcastically. 'Yes,' my mind yelled. 'No,' my pride scolded and as you may have guessed my pride won out tonight.

        "Are you mad at me? What did I do?" Lucas asked me confused. Was he serious? His did he not know? He was probably joking right? He just wanted me to crack and start talking. Well he wasn't winning this time! "For goodness sakes, Claire please? I honestly have no clue," he said running his hands through his hair almost making me forget why I was mad at him.

        "You didn't tell me there would be this many people!" I whisper shouted staring out the front windshield. I mean this was ridiculous, I was not going to just follow him into that!

        "Is that really what this is about?" he asked me as he raised a perfect dark eyebrow at me. It was at times like these I wish he could be less attractive. I mean where was his acne? Everybody has it, but he surely didn't!

        "What else would this be about?" I asked him in the best "duh" voice I had. He didn't seem convinced.

        "Maybe the fact that I didn't answer your question..." he said trialling off. What did he mean... oh he means about us. I spoke defensively and without thinking, Dylan called it a Claire-flex basically a reflex he thought only I possessed.

        "Do you really think you matter that much to me?" I said my voice came across annoyed but if anything I was annoyed at myself.

        He seemed upset, but he got over it. I could see him counting to ten slowly and then his face softened.

        "Does the party really bother you?" He asked me. Was he joking I could feel the vibrations of the bass from here! Not to mention the people in there, at least what I could see through the windows; were jam packed there was no extra room; I was surprised they still managed to breathe. I could already see people on the lawn with stereotypical red solo cups and I didn't want to imagine what they contained.

        This was not the kind of place I fit into and I wasn't going to pretend for some guy who was currently being a pain in the neck.

        I shook my head at him. There was no way I was leaving this car. He nodded silently and closed my door I was sure he would walk off to the party and leave me, but to my utter surprise he sat down in the drivers seat and turned the keys in the ignition, the car rumbling to life.

        We started driving. Away from home might I add. Where we're we going? Why weren't we headed home?

        "Lucas, I know I haven't lived here too long, but I am pretty sure we live in the other direction," I said as I tried to subtly ask him where the hell he think he was taking me?

        "I know, I have lived here longer than you remember?" he asked me keeping his eyes on the road. He loved pushing that in my face today.