The Heartbreaker's Game

10 - He's Cute But Such A Jerk

Heather’s POV

I stared at the empty parking lot, wondering how the fuck I am going back to my house now that that stupid asshole made me missed my bus. I kicked pebbles on the ground in frustration. I wanted to tear my hair out.

Ugggh, damn that Jared and extremely cute guy!

Speaking of which, what the hell was his problem, anyway? He kissed me out of random! He’s no better than Jared . . . though I have to admit that I rather enjoyed it. His lips were soft and warm and . . and . . .

Wait.

What the hell am I thinking?

Piak!

I had slapped myself. Get a grip of yourself, woman, I scolded myself mentally. That cute guy was also the reason why you missed the bus.

I glanced around the empty parking lot again. Great. If only I knew where the nearest bus station was, or if I could flag a taxi. Better get a move on.

If I’m back late, not only will I get fired from my job but Alex will be disappointed in me for constantly screwing my life up. This is just brilliant. Just fucking brilliant!

I will kill Jared.

Just as I took a step forward, I heard a beep behind me.

I turned to see a white car behind me. The heck? I wasn’t even in its way. But then the car stopped in front of me and the window rolled down — revealing the cute guy’s face.

A missed heartbeat and a forgotten breath.

Was he . . . stalking me?

“Hi,” he said pleasantly as if it was perfectly normal to talk to someone whose bag you found and whose lips you stole a kiss from. “Need a ride?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t take rides from strangers,” I replied evenly, having a sense of self-respect. No matter how cute he is.

He shrugged, unperturbed by my tone of voice. “I’m Trevor,” he said as if it would change things. “There, you know my name. I helped you find your bag. You repaid me with a kiss. We’re not strangers anymore, right?” He flashed a winning smile.

I glared at him, my eyes blazing with fury, fist clenched until crescent marks were left on my palm. I was so tired, so fucking tired of being screwed over, and I was not going to let this creep get away with it. Who the hell does this creep think he is?

“No thanks,” I replied coolly.

“You’re stuck here with no transport home and I’ve got a car,” he pointed out and I hated to admit he was right. “I could take you home.”

I shook my head stubbornly. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t be so stubborn.”

“Leave me alone.”

He frowned and got out of the car after putting his car on park. He walked over to me. I tried to walk pass him but he held onto my wrist firmly. I squeaked a little as he turned me around to face him. His gaze was so intense. I gulped.

Is he going to try again?

But then he softened as he studied my facial expression. “Come on,” he said gently. Then he smirked. “I’m not going to bite. . . . Unless you want me to.” He winked and I nearly kneeled over.

I coughed. Then I hesitated. “I guess I can,” I replied slowly.

He nodded and opened the passenger’s door for me. Then he scurried back to the driver’s seat and drove away. “I’ll take you to lunch first,” he said, eyeing my grumbling stomach. “So, I didn’t quite catch your name.”