It takes me a long time to quiet down. Then it suddenly occurs to me that my eyes are all red and puffed. Feeling embarrassed, I slightly push him away.

 

“Can you not look?” I said in a whisper.

 

“Your eyes are what you are worried about?” Great, the sarcastic version of him is back.

 

I heave a long sign and groan, “Please let me know if you are going to begin the judging. So I can be prepared.”

 

He glares at me. But I’m not afraid. Somehow his angry face makes me want to laugh.

 

“Glad to entertain you.” He taunts.

 

“…Sorry.” I manage to push my lips down, “How did you find me?”

 

He signs. “Your mom called me. I don’t think you would take the taxi. And there’s only one bus stop near the house. So I followed the route, searched every bus stop.”

 

My heart twitches with guilt. What I did was childish. And he’s right, if he didn’t get here in time, something horrible could have happened.

 

“Maybe I should call mom.” I stutter.

 

I know I should call her and put her mind at ease. But my head is still a complete chaos and it’s terrifying just thinking how she would react to tonight’s event.

 

Eason notices my reluctant. “I can call her. If you don’t want to.”

 

“Really? You would do that?”

 

“Sure.” He shrugs, “I’ve done you two big favors today. Why not make it a third?”

 

I laugh and I know he’s right.

 

He walks away to make a quick phone call. Moments later he comes back, and I am nervous.

 

“What did she say?” I ask, “You didn’t tell her about the—about what happened did you?”

 

“No. She just asked me to keep you safe.”

 

I’m relieved. I can deal with mom and whatever she has to say tomorrow. Tonight I’ll be fine.

 

“I guess you don’t want to head home right now, do you?” he grins, “I’ve got a plan for us. Hop in.”

 

to open the door

 

sport car before. The space is restricted, making my whole body tightly anchored to the seat. Guess this car isn’t built for

 

shift uncomfortably in my seat, fumbling for the seatbelt. Eason gets in the driver’s seat, both hands on steering wheel, squinting at

 

bit worried that he’d make fun

 

so apparent, making the already confined room even more crowded. He’s so close that I

 

do you

 

touches his lips. He leans in even more and

 

sits back and chuckles quietly, “Just getting

 

him. But he’s way too attractive that sometimes I forgot he’s my

 

be in a nice mood, since he’s been tapping rhythmically on the steer wheel. When we are

 

guard is up. His version of “fun” can’t possibly mean the

 

and then turns on the music. I immediately cover my ear. The sound is unbearable! It shouldn’t be called as

 

off!

 

soon!”

 

hits the pedal to the

 

forward, like a truck has hit me from behind, and snapped back to the seat. The roaring engine, the howling wind and the heavy metal music are almost deafening! It’s

 

my lung. “What the fuck!

 

slightly releases the gas, but the speed is still so

 

enjoy

 

completely blank and my body so light that it almost feels like flying. I don’t want to admit it. But he’s right…this

 

notices my change of expression and shouts to me over the wind.

 

road!” I scream and

 

free road and pull into the city. My heart is still pounding from earlier excitement as he smiles at me,

 

I admit, “But next time give me a

 

ride?

 

be the only girl he has brought to a car-racing before. In fact, this sport car is such a woman killer that he must have pulled this act a thousand

 

knew Eason is popular among girls, but it has never bothered me

 

he has changed so much, and

 

your mind?” he can be so observant

 

and look up. We are pulling into the driveway in front of a fancy building.

 

don’t know. If you don’t want to go

 

again. I look to him directly and sincerely say, “Thank

 

deal. But I can tell that he’s not so use to other’s gratitude. I smile to myself and follow him into

 

the penthouse of course. When we exit the elevator and

 

imagined his place to be huge. But I’ve never

 

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