Chapter 3
I didn’t punch him, but I came really really close to it.
“Was that some kind of practical joke or something, because if so... I don’t even know, ok? If you did that I might make you pull over again so I can just start wailing on you,” I was dead serious, too.
“As much as I wish I had that kind of power, I don’t. I don’t even know if my dad can make an earthquake that powerful in that small of a radius. So the answer is: no I didn’t do that. Although, I think I might take you up on the offer to let you wail on me. I kind of what to know what that entails,” There was that half smile again! I don’t think Adam realizes how serious I am about kicking his ass.
“Well, I think I would punch you in the mouth so you can never give that cocky smile to me ever again.”
He chuckled, bastard. “There’s a lot of other things I can do with my mouth that you might like, though.”
My mouth dropped. “What?!” I squeaked.
Adam turned his head from me and back to the road, still laughing, but a little bit louder now. I thought he said he wanted nothing to do with me! Why does he keep insinuating these things?!
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure you said on the phone earlier that I wasn’t your type.” Crap, now he’s gonna know you were eavesdropping, great job Chlo.
“Hm, well, you know what they say about eavesdropping...” He gave me a pointed look.
“Whatever mister manwhore. Could you just lay off the innuendos? I can promise you I won’t be having sex with you, ever.” Even if sometimes you look so gorgeous I die a little inside.
“You wanna bet?”
“Um, sure I’ll bet you a million dollars I will never ever ever sleep with you.”
He turned to me, “Well, you already lost that one.”
“You know what I mean.” Why must he be so irritating all the time?
“Well, Chloe, I will be expecting a million dollars if and when you come begging for me to sleep with you,”
I was shocked, did he really just say that? I snorted, “In your dreams Adam,” I was just about to last name him, when I realized I didn’t know his last name. “What’s your last name?”
Wow, I really don’t know this guy at all!
“Byers,” He looked at me questioningly. “You have the attention span of a gold fish, by the way.”
“Yes, Adam Byers I do.”
I have no idea how I never got diagnosed with ADD or ADHD or some kind of disorder, because I really am awful at focusing on things. When I have to sit and study or do homework it usually takes about three times longer than it should because I get side tracked by everything. You could put me in a room with nothing but my homework and I would still find a way to get distracted and not do my work. Oh well, maybe it’s a trait of my Godly parent.
It had been about seven hours since the freaky power surge and earthquake, and Adam and I conversed for about three hours of the time. We made several stops to get food, proving that maybe Adam and I did have something in common: a very fast metabolism and a really big appetite. The rest of the time was spent with me either asleep, or pretending to be asleep and Adam talking on the phone with someone named Nereus.
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The Lost Daughter
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