The Bad Boy's Resistance

Chapter 8 - Good Girls Go To Detention Bad Girls Go To The Desert (Part 2)

Honestly, by now I thought Ryder would get fed up with me and toss me out of the car at the side of the road like yesterday's trash. I'm positive we've been driving around in circles for the past hour. Was he even sure where he was going? Why'd he keep driving around like that?

I'm pretty sure he's just doing that so he can spend extra time with you.

I'm pretty sure you're wrong.

I was like a little kid that kept asking 'Are we there yet?'

I was starting to get impatient. "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see."

"Are you planning to murder me?" I ask suspiciously.

"Kitten if I wanted to murder you, I would have done it that first night I saw you st the police station."

Crap. We're caught up.

I sat in shock as Ryder plastered that wonderful smirk across his face. How did he figure it out? Now that he knows, is it gonna change things? I kinda like the little dynamic we have going. I wasn't sure to say next. Should I lie? Should I act like I don't know what he's talking about? No thats too out of my character, he'll see right through it.

"Yup, you're busted kitty." He says grinning while I sigh defeated.
" Why didn't you say something when I'd asked if we'd met before?"
"I told you, I try my best to avoid trouble. And you my friend, you're trouble with a capital T." I say looking off at the scenery as we pass by.
"Is that why you're so hostile towards me?" I think I struck a nerve.
"Yes." I say honestly.

There's a brief moment of silence until I decided to change the pace of the conversation.
I glance in his direction and his eyes are locked firmly on the road.

"So what's yours?"
"My what?" He still doesn't look at me.
"What's your thing? You know mine is fast cars. What's yours?"

Ryder stiffens in his seat, gripping the steering wheel so tight you can see the veins I'm his hands raising. He clenches his jaw and it sends an electric shock through my body. That jawline was hand crafted by God himself.
His eyes fire glances at me, his voice is low and smooth as he growls the word, "Resistance."

My heart jumps at the intensity.
Is that why Ryder wanted to be around me, because I resist him. Well if that's the case then he didn't know how wrong he was or how bad I wanted him.

You tried to pull away and it only got you in deeper.

Before I knew it we were pulled up to a long stretch of road that went past the horizon. There was nothing on either side, just dust, dirt and cliché enough, a few cacti.

"Are we in Vegas?" I asked squinting, trying to prevent the blazing afternoon sun from burning my eyes.
"This my dear Kitten, is Desert Strip also known as The Devil's Runway. People come from all around to conquer this strip. If you race here and win, you automatically earn respect." Ryder says looking off to the horizon. "There used to be a lake here but the water on the surface dried up and started to head underground."
"Do you race?"
Ryder awkwardly runs his hand through his magnificent hair, "Yeah, occasionally."
"You race for the respect?"
"And the money."

Why did Ryder need to race for money? He went to Riverton, had the best clothes and drove the car from a movie, why did he need any money at all?

"Come on kitty, let me show you how its done." Ryder climbs back into the car, leaving me to scramble into the passenger side after him. I quickly buckle my seatbelt but he doesn't even acknowledge his.
"Put on your seatbelt Powers."
He revs the engine smiling gladly at me. "I know I drive you crazy kitty, you just keep on your seatbelt."