Chapter 9 ~ Ben

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Bella's POV 

I realized that I just needed to move on. I can't just expect him to come running back.

I was so relieved when it was time to go home so I quickly packed up my stuff and headed to my car. I opened the door and threw my backpack to the backseat. 

"Ow," Someone said and I jumped. 

"Fuck!" I looked up at the rearview mirror to see who it was. 

It was a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes crouched behind the passenger seat.

"Who the fuck are you?" I exclaimed trying to grab something to hit him with. 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry." He laughed and got up to sit in the back row. 

"Why're you in my car?"

"I thought this was my friend's car."

"Well, it's not, so get the fuck out." I picked up a two-day-old McDonald's cup and threw whatever was inside of it at him. 

"Dang, you're feisty." He blinked trying to get it out of his eyes. "What is this? Lemonade?" He licked around his mouth and I laughed. 

"Hey look, you're not mad anymore." He pointed at me and smiled. 

"What's your name?" I rolled my eyes. 

"Ben," 

"Well, Ben, come sit in the front." I motioned with my hand. 

"Haha, don't mind if I do." He climbed to the passenger seat and took some tissues to clean himself up. 

"Sorry 'bout that." I nervously laughed. 

"Meh,  I deserved it. Just don't leave your car unlocked next time." 

"Touche," I looked out the window. 

"So, am I your rebound now?" He propped his chin up with his hand.

"My what?" I blinked. 

"Your rebound from Isaac." He laughed. "Yeah, I know who you are."

Of course they do and it's definitely not because of Isaac. 

"Isabella Hawthorn." He made jazz hands. 

"And who might you be?" 

"Ben, I already said that." He looked at me confused.

"Ben....what?" 

"Oh, Ben Laws. I'm on the football team with Isaac. Surprised you don't know who I am." He smirked. 

"I'm not exactly popular around here." I looked away. 

"Oh yeah," His smile dropped.

It was awkward for a bit until I heard the click of his seatbelt. 

"What are you doing?" I looked at him.

"Take me somewhere." He looked around like a five-year-old waiting for his mom to buy him candy. 

"Aw, you're cute." I laughed and started backing out of the lot.

"I know I am." He smiled. 

"Cocky," I coughed. 

"Thank you," He sounded pleased with himself. 

"That wasn't a compliment."

"Do I look like I care?" 

"Get out." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. 

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