Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 7: When Miss Prim and Proper Aurora Meets Trouble

Chapter 7:  When Miss Prim and Proper Aurora Meets Trouble

  "I know what you're thinking." I said lowly while busying myself in gazing upon the blurred sceneries of the buildings at the car's window, my body standing in attention as Blake's warmth filled the small confine of his Dodge Viper.

  I was starting to regret agreeing to come with him, the backstabbing feeling of guilt making its presence known, and asked for the hundredth time that day if what I did- willingly letting Blake dragged me to who-knows-where whilst letting my supposed to be boyfriend fuming at shool- was right.

  Blake had been generous enough to let me be alone with my thoughts and had never said a single word ever since we literally barged our way out of the school premises. The only thing he's done to make his presence known was the ocassional brush of his fingers against the exposed flesh of my thigh whenever he maneuvered the shift gear, which was a lot.

  "And?" he replied tauntingly. I threw him a quick glance, noting how his lips quirked in an amused grin, and answered in the most placid way I could, "And," I emphasized when he's nonchalant stance started gyrating on my nerves. "I really don't need the I-seriously-pity-Maddie's-existence look you're giving me. I'm turning eighteen for fuck's sake, think I could manage just well."

  Blake's lips curled, his eyes swirling in anger when he fully directed his attention my way- making my insides twist in a not so comfortable manner. "Do you seriously think that lowly of me?" he gritted.

  I swallowed audibly when I realized how raw his anger was. "Yes. I mean no- seriously? Yes. Let's not forget how much of a royalty you are." I snapped irritably.

  "Take it back Maddie." he whispered dangerously low. "You seriously don't- can't-  fucking think of me that way."

  Wanting to look unfazed by his words, I crossed my arms against my chest and gave him with what I hope was a withering glare. If I thought Blake's anger was at its finest, I was very much shocked and scared at the same time when I saw the answering glare he threw my way- his eyes burning in wrath.

  A little swerve of the car made me screeched, "Look at the road Blake! If this is a suicide mission, count me out of it." The way my heart's thumping frantically from nervousness and dread could be in par with that of the world's fastest runner.

  Wordlessly, his jaw still ticking in anger, Blake focused his attention back on the road; the tension in the car sizzling in contempt. I all but vomit my insides out when he stepped on the accelerator, the speed with which he's manically driving the car would've earned him a month's supply of ticket from the city's Sheriff.

  And I kind of regretted the idea of ever praying that we didn't get hold up by his reckless driving when the racuous shouting of people betting and cursing at each other drilled my ear drums.

  I did a fast swipe at the racetrack Blake hauled me in. The concourse of motorcars zooming past the across-the-board track filling my line of vision and I caught myself wondering if the danger it entails was worth the adrenaline it'd surely bring. Not that I can drive for the life of me.

  "We're here in this illegal, testosterone-filled, not to mention ego booster race field because?"

  I'm sure the sarcasm dripping off my tongue didn't slip past Blake as he cracked a full blown grin. The earlier tension between us dissipated. If I only knew what that grin would to me- freakishly turning me into this puny teenage girl who wanted to jump a hot man's bones- I'd rather prefer his adorable scowling, I mean scowling, any time of the day.