Rose's life has order. She knows what she needs to do to stay out of trouble with her always traveling, never loving, slightly abusive dad. But that all changes when Liam Powers got pushed into her life, making it completely and utterly chaotic.
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"Where are we going?" I asked as he opened my car door for me.
"Somewhere fun." He smiled as he started his car.
"Are we legally allowed to be there?" I asked and his smiled widened as he glanced at me.
"Yes." He nodded with a chuckle.
"Just making sure." I said. "You told me once that most of your hobbies weren't legal."
"I lied." He confessed and I looked at him.
"I only said that to seem like a badass." He grinned and I raised an eyebrow at him.
"You already had the image in your head, I just went along with it. My hobbies are all very legal." He smiled and I smiled a little.
"I never thought you were a badass." I confessed as we pulled up to a red light.
Quite frankly, I barely knew him until this year when I started tutoring him. The only things I knew about him where the lunch table gossip Mia and Sam would share.
"Excuse me?" He gasped.
"I thought you were a stupid jerk." I muttered and he gasped again.
"You're lying." He accused and I looked up at him through my lashes.
"Okay, maybe just a little." I confessed and he grinned.
"You did look pretty cool when you came to school on your motorcycle." I blushed and he grinned.
"Totally knew it," he said and the light turned green. "You were my stalker from day one."
"Oh, I was not." I scoffed and he chortled.
"Were too."
We moved again and I bit back a smile as I watched him drive. He's actually driving the speed limit so I have no urge to vomit.
I'm thankful.
"What's a place that you'd want to visit someday?" I asked and he glanced at me.
"California." He smiled at me and my eyebrows went up in surprise.
"Really?" I asked and he nodded.
"I want to play for the Dodgers." He smiled and I shifted my body in the car seat a little to face him.
"My mom was a Dodgers fan." I told him and he glanced at me.
"Yeah?"
I nodded. "Anytime they were on, my mother was in front of the tv or she'd drag my dad to a game. I refused to step foot in a baseball stadium." I told him as I recollected the memory.
