Just The Girl

Chapter Six

a/n: Important: My previous chapters are in present tense, but starting with this chapter, I'll be writing in past tense. I'll remove this a/n once I change the tense of my previous chapters.

~Chapter Six~

"So..." I trailed off. I didn't really know what to say, but come on, I had to say something. The silence was just too unbearable.

The traffic light turned red, and Noah stepped on the brake. Hard. Fortunately, I had a seatbelt on so I didn't bump my head on the glass window.

This was all Liam's fault. Was canceling his meeting to pick up his little sister too hard?

I shook my head as if that can clear my thoughts. Great, I sounded like a spoiled brat. That's what being stuck in a small space with him and no talking did to me.

"So," I said, "where's your house?"

He didn't look at me, but I saw the corners of his lips turn up into a smile. "Planning to visit me?"

I shook my head again. He's impossibly cocky. Here I was, trying to make small talk, and he made it seem as if I wanted to keep on seeing his face.

"Never mind," I muttered under my breath.

Minutes ticked away again like hours, and I wished something can break this silence. I sighed in relief when I heard Noah speak. "Why don't you have a driver?"

"My parents said that if I get a driver, I get a bodyguard. I don't want someone following me like my shadow," I said. "Why don't you have a driver or a bodyguard?"

He leaned into his seat, and his fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel. "I can drive."

"What about the bodyguard?" I asked, letting my curiosity control my words. I was one of the few children born to a rich family without a bodyguard, and even then, my parents insisted that I should never be alone.

He answered, "I don't need one. I can take care of myself."

I just looked at him. He was wearing the school uniform, but his sleeves were rolled-up, revealing part of his muscled arms. I didn't notice them before, partly because he's always wearing a jacket or a long-sleeved shirt.

"Why does the school want to interview me?" He asked, changing the subject.

I shrugged, even though I knew he's not looking at me. "I don't know. Ask Cam that."

"Maybe I will." Then, he tilted his head and looked at me. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Curious much?"

He looked at the road again, and the traffic light turned green. As he stepped on the gas pedal, he said, "Yeah."

"No boyfriend." Well, the last relationship I had was months ago, and that was a fling. It was far from being serious.

We didn't talk again, and I looked outside. The tinted window made everything a shade darker, but I still saw the beauty I never saw before. Trees were taller, bigger than those in the heart of the city, and flowers bloomed in every color imaginable.

"Aren't you going to ask me if I have a girlfriend?"

His question made me roll my eyes. I couldn't care less if he had a girlfriend. Being more than a friend to him never crossed my mind at that time.

"Nope," I said.

Despite my answer, he decided to continue talking. "I don't have a girlfriend."

Shaking my head, I said, "I don't really care if you have one."

The car turned to the right, and a driveway where there's still an abundance of trees greeted me. I found myself staring at a beautiful mansion--a house as big as mine. But whereas my house had a very modern design, this one looked like it was uprooted from the Victorian era.