THE OXFORD BET *VirginityGames*

Chapter 10 Nervous...

Adam Jenkins had been driving from campus that evening when he noticed the first drops of rain on his window wipers. He knew the weather reports had predicted a shower of pouring rain, his radio on top volume, the interior of his car warm as he sat comfortably, just then he noticed a girl. He recognised the young woman standing as the rain started to fall, heavy and splurgy on his blacked out windows. The young woman was getting soaked to the bone. Presently she was talking to someone. It looked to Adam she wasn't comfortable as she backed away down the suburban street away from the man. She was evidently being harassed by some ugly little man, who had the complete absence of any hair on his round head.

The rain drummed on his car as he slowed around the bend near the two, it brought a smile to Adam's face when he realised the familiar face to be Francesca Taylor. A face which wore an expression of pure terror. The young woman who was Daniel's target in the Bet. A target the boys all knew Daniel was having particular trouble with.

He pressed down on the accelerator and flicked on his lights on full beam. The car stopped and screeched as he pressed his foot on the breaks. The rain gushed in as he lowered his window smoothly. "Get in Francesca," He instructed.

She peered in the window and suddenly her eyes widened as she recognised his black curly hair and lanky figure.

Adam was shocked when Francesca, remained standing in the open, clearly judging whether to get in his car or stay out in the rain to walk to her dorms. Was she mad? Thought Adam as he commanded her again. "Come on, I haven't got all day." Immediately Francesca made her choice and ran round the side of the Lamborghini and wedges herself inside. Adam watches her curiously for a moment as she sat blowing on her hands, shivering.

Adam pressed a button and the heated seats switched on.

Adam turned and shouted out his driver side window as he pushed around the gear stick. "And you. All that you are, you owe to your parents. Why don't you send them a penny and square the account fuckwit!" The bald biker creep grinned down on his teeth and shoved his middle finger in the air at the yellow Lamborghini.

"Adam!" Francesca scolded as she pulled him back in from the window as they pull away and sped off.

"What?" He shrugged and the blacked out window closed.

"That creep could chase after us on his motorbike," she said looking at him intently with fear.

"Oh please. That inbred had it coming, and besides what may I ask were you doing with that, ugly bald fellow?" His voice was accusatory and equally full of humour. Francesca sat in the passenger seat rubbing her hands together in front of the heaters. She relaxed into the seat as the warmth crew up her back. She was warming up as the heating ducts blew out on her face, she smiled feeling the warm air blow out on her face and through her damp hair.

"Oh him. He was just some pervy creep."

Adam sighed, "Maybe you shouldn't be wandering the streets like some call girl on the side of the road."

"Hey I didn't ask for him to come near me! That was no way my fault and if you think that I deserved that, or was asking for him to catcall me because I was simply walking home. When it's not late at night or early in the morning. Then I think you need to let me out now. Because I cannot be in a car with someone who blames me and believes I don't have the right to walk home safely."

"Fran st-"

"Let me out now. Pull over." She pulled at her seatbelt.

"Okay, okay. Wait a minute would you?" He pushed her back into he chair gently and held up his hands in surrender and quickly returned them to the the steering-wheel. "I hear your point. It is a valid one. No I don' t blame you. I don't think you brought it on yourself to be harassed by some pervert. I just meant, you need to think with your head. People like that creep should not dominate our society and the way we live our lives, but those people do and are out there. I'm not saying you can't walk alone. Just be mindful guys like that are out there and they don't care whether your wearing a short skirt or not. That doesn't make a difference to bad people with bad thoughts. We must be sensible and think logically in every situation, or else bad things are a statistical possibility. And you my friend were not thinking logically back there. Plus Daniel didn't know where you were and I saw that guy had been following you for a while. You had your headphones in too, so only the sound of his motorbike gave him away."