WHITE LIAR

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Chloe took an automatic step back.  Justin was the last person that she expected to run into when she first walked out of the bathroom.  But yet, here he was bigger than life and in her face. And surprise, surprise- he wants to talk.

Right after John’s accident, for a while there she had started to think that maybe, just maybe Justin Pinnix might have a little bit of humility somewhere deep down inside of him but after what she witnessed a few minutes ago, she knew that her original assessment of him was correct.  Justin was simply a player and players only had one thing on their minds- themselves.  To hell with everyone else.

She curled up her lips.  "I don't have anything to say to you," she murmured and made a move to walk around him.  She had not forgotten the way that he stepped in at the cafeteria and instantly took Cathy’s side.  Chloe was the one covered in pasta sauce and wet noodles while being ridiculed, but it was her hand that he held.   It didn't matter though.  She didn't need someone like Justin anyway.  Cathy could have the jerk, the two were obviously meant for each other.

Justin reached out and grabbed her arm.  "Wait a minute," he told her, pulling her to a grinding halt.  "Where do you think you're going?"  He watched her stare down at his hand and then lift that pretty little head of hers.  Her chin angled up and then her eyes met his; the first thing that he noticed was the fiery spark he had become so fond of was back.  He hid his smile.  That was exactly what he had been waiting for.

She jerked on her arm, wanting nothing more than to distance herself from this ape of a guy.  But Justin was relentless and his firm hold held tight to her arm.  It wasn't painful but it wasn't forgiving either.  "Let me go," she whispered angrily.

Justin pulled her closer to him and lowered his head.  The familiar scent of the anti-bacterial soap that the school stocked the bathrooms with filled his nose.  Even angry and looking every bit of a tigress readying to attack; he thought she looked adorably cute.  Justin sucked in a breath and valiantly fought the urge to kiss the grimace from her face.

He reigned himself in and clamped down on that wild urge.  "I said," he spoke abnormally calm, "that we need to talk.  Now we can do it here," he indicated the empty space in the hallway and then glanced at his watch, "where students will be coming out in oh- about five minutes, or we can go somewhere else more private.  Your choice, but either way Chloe Miller, we are going to talk."

Chloe's scowl deepened.  Who did this prick think he was to tell her what she was or was not going to do?  He wasn't her daddy.  He had absolutely no right whatsoever.  "I said let me go!" she practically shouted out at him.  "I don't have a damn thing to say to you."

She jerked again and this time, almost broke free from him.  She wasn't being very cooperative and quite frankly, after the way her day had gone, he couldn't blame her.  He tried to tell himself that he should let her go and just walk away but he just couldn't do it, not now anyways.  Not after the way that he watched her converse with Troy.  This was his chance; probably his only chance.  He had to make the most of it and talk to her.  He had to know what it was about him that she hated so much.  Why would she not even give him a chance?

"Alright," he said and bent down just enough so that he could pick her up and toss her over his shoulder.  "I tried to be nice and give you options, but since you are being so stubborn about it, I guess we'll do it my way now."

"Hey!" Chloe's bag fell to the floor when her head flipped upside down.  She balled up her fist and smacked him hard in that back.  "What do you think you’re doing?  Put me down, you Neanderthal!"