Wait For Me

Special K

I want to start off by apologizing for not following through on what I said as far as uploading a chapter. Things have been a little hectic for me lately. It's really hard for me to do these chapters. But I'm going to try and make up to whoever is reading this story. I do hate unfinished business, but I understand why some people leave books unfinished "life" gets in the way sometimes.

After swerving from left to Right a few times, I finally got my car under control. At the moment I am really mad as I pull the car over to the side of the road. This girl is really crazy right now. How does she even sound. She makes no sense. She is trying to kill us. Im so pissed off right now I don't even want to look at her. Since when does she do this. She isn't the type to throw herself at someone. I understand that there is something going on with her, but that fact does not diminish the fact that she just almost crashed my GOT DAMN CAR.

I slowly turn my head to look at her. I try to avoid looking at her body seeing as though she is still naked. She doesn't look guilty or sorry. She looks frustrated, and I don't give a damn because I am more than frustrated right now. Both of our eyes meet and  for a second I see her flinch and the intensity of my stare.

"Get out out of my fucking car right now." I say in the calmest voice I could muster.

"Why?" She says glaring at me.

"GET OUT OF THE CAR. BEFORE I FORCEFULLY REMOVE YOU FROM IT!" I bark at her. It takes no time for her to get out and stand in front of the passenger car door. I get out on my side and slam my door. She jumped from the sound of it. I go around the car to stand in front of her. She is looking directly at me, wi; th her arms crossed. I have to applaud myself for not looking lower than her arms at the moment. My brother would be proud of me right not.

I walk up to her and lean towards her, putting my hands on the top of my car effectively blocking her in. I say in a low voice, "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, you wont have to worry about me putting my hands on you." She shivered and gulped. I took that opportunity to step back and take my shirt off.

She openly stares at my chest. She doesn't even take the shirt I am handing her because she is too busy molesting me with her eyes. I caught her licking her Lips and thought it best to stop this nonsense before I ruin her life out her on the hood of my car.

"Take my goddamn shirt Aubrey, and get in the car." I say tossing it to her. She catches it and put it on. I hope she is putting it on for my sake and hers. It stops mid thigh I notice. Getting back in the car I run my hands down my face, to calm myself down. I turn to look at Aubrey to ask if she could not talk for the rest of the duration of the ride. Instead I see her reaching in the backseat of my car. All I see is creamy skin, and my shirt is rising up. It's almost to the curve of her butt. I look back towards the back to see what she is doing.

I see her tip her head back, she drinking some more of that Gatorade like her life depends on it.

"Don't choke." I stated hoping saying something about her drinking like a Alcoholic before their AA meeting.

All she did was grunt and sit back down, fold her arms and start to pout.

"Don't pout you look like my four year old cousin." I stated while laughing at her.

She flicked me off and leaned her head against the car window. In less than 3 minutes she was knocked out cold. I guess I pissed her off. I speed getting home because my fucking shirt keeps riding up her legs every time she she moves.

I pull up to the house, and see that no ones home thank God. Now the only thing I have to worry about is carrying her in the house without waking her. I really don't need her acting aggressive right now. My patience is wearing thin, having to take care this nagging girl.