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Chapter 8

Wesley's POV

I look at Cheryl while she browses my car. She looks so enthused. She sure knows how to dress up for her attractive body. The orange shirt pressing tightly on her, revealing the assets on her chest. Her hair is tied neatly upright and not in that usual messy bum of hers. She bites her lips while looking out the car and I clear my throat, catching her attention. Those eyes under those black rimmed glasses pop out and my lips part slightly.

'So what's the deal? ' she asks.

' What deal? ' I say stopping at the red light.

' Where are you taking me? '

' Just relax and trust me okay, I am not going to kill you or anything' I say and she scoffs.

'What?'

'How can I trust a stranger? I only met you a few days ago, I dont even know you' she says and looks out the window.

'That's very ironic coming from the person who allowed a stranger to drive her to a place she doesn't even know' I say and smirk, proud of my comeback.

'Okay that's it, stop the car and get me out' uh-oh, seems like the cat scared the little mouse. She sounds serious and her lips are formed into a rigid straight line.

'Stop being dramatic. I am not insulting you or anything. I am just saying that trust doesn't only have to be with the person you are fond of or familiar with. The fact that you feel comfortable and safe around me even if I am a stranger could also mean that you trust me. And the people which you think you can trust are always the ones to betray you more than the strangers you belive you don't want to trust' the light finally turns green after what feels like ages and I drive. I see her staring by the corner of my eye and I smile.

'It's rude to stare you know' I tease.

'I was not staring ' she says and folds her arms on her chest, increasing the pressure on her boobs and I start to feel the heat. I look at her trying to maintain her scowl and I just chuckle.

'I thought I told you to cover that wound with transparent plaster' she says.

What is she talking about?

'What? You never told me that'

'What do you mean. I sent Skyla to tell you. It helps heal the wound a lot quicker' she says and I do not respond.

'Aren't you gonna say thank you?'

'I didn't ask for you help' I rudely remark and she let's out a breath of frustration and pouts. I mentally slap myself after I realize what I just did.

Although, I am not going to apologize. My pride and ego would never let me do that so I decide to turn on the radio instead. A soft song plays and I increase the volume just to avoid the mini tension arising between us.

I watch her intensely as she starts singing along to the song and her frown and pout turn into a beautiful, infectious smile. It looks like she knows this song and loves it very much because she even has her eyes shut. I can't even focus on my driving right now. She looks like an angel with her long hair being blown by the wind while she sings wholeheartedly, with a soft, smooth melody. The most soothing and calming melody I've heard.