Head In The Stars

Chapter Four

"That's funny," Charlie muses through the phone.

I groan, leaning against my kitchen wall. "Why do you guys find this funny?"

"Because you hate him so much," Charlie says. "That's what makes it funny."

"He was about to trash me for having dead parents!"'I snap.

Silence is all that comes through on the other end. I can almost hear Charlie thinking.

"But he didn't," Charlie says.

"He was going to."

Silence again. I sigh and gently smack my head against the wall.

"Are you up for a drive?" I ask finally, annoyed by all the silence.

"Teagan and Miley too?"

"Yeah," I reply. "I'll send them a text. I can pick you up."

"Okay," Charlie tells me. "I'll get ready."

"Alright. Later," I say and hang up the land line. I think I'm the only one who uses our home phone. It's good to have around to call up friends and grandparents.

I grab the car keys, my purse, phone, and leave Hunter a note. I walk out to my Jeep, turning up the radio as I pull out of the driveway.

It really bothers me that Dallas knows about my parents. I mean, the whole town knows but having that asshat knowing it is a whole different level. Kids I go to school with know but they don't bring it up. I don't know that they know. I didn't tell them. Their parents did. I don't even talk about it with my friends. Hell, Hunter and I don't even talk about it. But now I told Dallas. It feels like I betrayed myself.

Sighing, I pull over to the curb so I don't look like a total wreck when I see my friends. I take a few breaths and am about to drive away when I hear a tap on my window. I jump and stifle a scream.

Laughter floats in through the sunroof from outside. Glaring, I look over to see nobody else but the devil's own offspring, Dallas.

I roll down the window. "Yes?"

"Am I really that scary?" Dallas asks.

"Scary looking," I reply.

"Ouch!" He pretends to be hurt before reaching for the passenger side door and opening it. I gape at him. "What?" He asks.

I lean over and close the door, then lock it. "What?" I repeat. "Okay, I don't know how it was where you lived before but here, you don't just get into people's cars."

"Unless you have permission from the owner of the car," Dallas says.

"Which you don't," I point out.

"Oh, but I do."

"No, you don't."

"Really?" He questions. "Because I'm pretty sure Hunter bought this car for you, and he told me you'd give me a ride. So unlock the door."

"Hunter gave you permission?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yes," Dallas says with a sigh. "So let me in." He yanks on the door handle.

"Why would he do that?" I ask, mostly to myself.

"Because he owes Levi a favour. Levi always drives your brother to work. I don't have a car. Hunter told me you would give me a ride if I ever need one, which I do. So open the door!" Dallas answers before giving me an annoyed look.

I unlock the door and grab my phone. Ignoring Dallas, I call Hunter.

"It's Hunter," my brother's voice answers.