Chapter 38

I know what exactly it means to owe Scott, and my mind thinks of countless horrible ways that he might decide to make me pay.

It doesn't help my mind that Eras looks like literal eye candy today. I look to the side mirrors hoping to catch a glimpse of his face but instaed i catch him staring at me. He snaps his eyes away as the car jerks forward from the shock I'm guessing we both feel.

Scott let's out a groan of frustration as he lools at us with fury in his eyes "Can you tell him to at least get us home safely first and then ogle you later?". The words make Eras turn pink as I chuckle a bit. I was exactly that same color a few moments ago when Eras had caught me staring at him.

The ride home takes less time than it did for us to get here in the first place, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I sight the house up ahead. "I guess it's late to school today again then" I hear Eras say and the amused grin he wears makes my heart jump.

I rush in and leave both of them in the car. Scott follows me in, a few minutes later and as I emerge from the house with an umbrella in hand, a promise to stick to my earlier resolve of that night in the other. Scott also emerges with a long sleeved sweater with some stripes, replacing the peach one he had on before. He has a note in the other hand and I totally forget what I was about to say about the peach hoodie being okay.

Instead I grin like a goof as he approaches me "See, you also needed something?" I say and he scoffs "It's for you nitwit and you still owe me". He throws the book at me by way of finishing his sentence and I think I drop my resolve In order to catch it.

That's exactly what I feel happening as I'm caught yet again staring at him. Why was he staring at me earlier? I think as I try to do a mental assessment of my looks today.

I catch Eras staring at me as the car lurches forward again from the suprise of having been caught. "You know it's not safe to be distracted while driving?" Scott asks me surprisingly calm. Eras whips his head back onto the road as he tries once again to focus on the road, as my cheeks turn a dark shade of pink.

Sometimes the way Scott treats me you'd think I was his little daughter, that he's protecting from the wiles of heart breaking boys. He gives me a particularly nasty glare as my cheeks deepen even more with the force of the embarrasment that spreads through me.

He's right. I'm not supposed to be ogling another boy barely two days after my breakup. I'm supposed to still be In mourning sort of like my aunt's mourning for Gabanna. The car lurches again and I laugh. I'm beginning to think it isn't safe to drive while distracted anymore.