Does he really care?

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(I confused myself so I changed something a few chapters before this and Dakota and Luke are juniors... ok enjoy)

She pulled out a 50 dollar bill handing it to me, 

"yup,"

"Fine I'll take you home, but you gotta sit in the back seat and no funny business,"

"The backseat?" She crossed her arms

"You wanna ride or not?"

"Fine," She breathed getting in the backseat

We got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot,

"So how's life?" She asked trying to create a conversation

"Fine, how's yours," I gripped the steering wheel knowing this was a bad idea

"My life has definitely been better,"

"What happened?"

"My grandma died," She said softly

"Sorry to hear that,"

I felt super awkward, I really didn't want her in my car. I didn't even care about the money at this point I just wanted her out.

"Luke?"

"Yes,"

"Do you ever miss it?" She asked

"Miss what?"

"Me," Her arms went to my neck as she was sitting in the backseat

"N-no I don't,"

"I know you do,"

"I really don't"

"Cmon just admit it," Her hands went to my hair

"Stop touching me I will stop this car and make you walk,"

"Awe but then you wouldn't get the $50"

She started to tug at my hair, I swatted her hands away.

"Stop it,"

"Awe did Dakota give you these scratches?" She ran her fingers across my bare shoulder blades, "I wouldn't have left a scratch on you," She whispered leaning up in the car

"I don't care who sees the scratches, everyone knows I have a girlfriend... Isabella I. Have. A. Girl. Friend,"

'Is this bitch in denial or something,' I thought

"She's just another silly high school relationship," She sat back, "Won't last long,"

I pulled into her driveway

"Isabella what the fuck do you want," I practically yelled

"You, Luke I want you...all of you. I swear I'd never do anything to mess up ever again,"

I looked at her so confused,

"I know you still think about what we used to do. You only call me Bella when we fucked,"

"You're delusional,"

"Come inside, no one's home we can have fun,"

I rested my head on the steering wheel rubbing my temples, "No,"

I heard the car door close and another one open,

"C'mon Luke," Isabella said grabbing the waistline of my pants and going towards my dick.

"I'll see you tomorrow,"

I moved her out of the way and sped out of her driveway/ neighborhood.

"Bitch what the fuck is her problemmmmm," I yelled speeding down the street