Falling For The Guy I Hate

Chapter 16-I said it once and I'll say it again...

A/N:This is Zeke, played by Zac Efron.

"GO!"

Parker left of the gas as soon as I said go and I slid back in my seat. I rolled up the window and when I looked at Parker, he was looking at me with dazed eyes, full of lust and love.

Ok, that's not freaky.

Note the sarcasm.

He turned back to the road as soon as we were about to hit someone and he just swerved around them easily.

Wait, when he turned his head, it wasn't panicked and when he swerved, he did it with ease, almost as though he had done this many times.

Hold up.

He was a model.

And he was a racer.

What the?

Anyways, Parker was in the lead and we, sleek black challenger guy, agreed we had to go a mile.

Parker raced across the imaginary finish line and black sleek challenger guy behind us honked his horn in rage.

I snickered and then burst out laughing. Then I remember the task at hand, scold Parker.

I leaned over the console and French kissed Parker. When I pulled back, I said, "You"

poke to the chest

"Are a model and my favorite racer."

Parker chuckled and buried his head in the crook of my neck.

Okay then, that's not weird at all.

Note the sarcasm.

Ehh, oh well. Nothing I can do about it now.

He took another big smell and I pushed on his chest. He backed up into the seat and growled, "What? Parker growled? Ok, but why would he? When we were kids, he told me he wasn't a werewolf but I'm starting to think otherwise. Besides, why would he like a boring girl like me anyways? He wouldn't lie, would he? Well, he did hate me, so I guess only the moon goddess knows."

Parker chuckled and I realized I had said that out loud.

Whoops.

He said, "I didn't hate you, I just really liked you and that was my way of..uh.." he stuttered out so I finished for him,

"Flirting?"

He nodded with a sheepish smile on that gorgeous face and continued, "and I'm not a wolf, I just really like your perfume." I laughed because I knew he was lying.

"Um Park?"

"Yes?"

"I don't wear perfume."

"Natural scent. I meant natural scent."

"Sure ya did."

"What? I did!" He tried to defend himself, but I nodded none the less, while laughing.

I didn't mention before but I'm only 17 and in senior year. I still qualified. Parker was still in a racing mood, so, as you can imagine, the car was well past 100, but who was I to complain?

Just as I said this, a cop car drove by.

Just great.