Chapter Five

My phone vibrated as the final bell rang. Reluctantly, I pulled it out, knowing it was Oliver. I sighed and read his text.

Oliver: I'm here.

He's not getting the hint. I don't want to ride with him.

Scarlett: I told you I'm not riding with you. :(

Oliver: Yes, you are. Let's1 go.

I huffed, shoving my phone back into my pocket, and waved a quick goodbye to Briana as she slipped out the front door. She mouthed, "Good luck." I'm definitely going to need it.

Following the crowd to the front of the school, I scanned the cars lined up against the curb. It didn't take long to spot him. Just keep walking. I can ignore him. I told him I wasn't riding with him, and I meant it. He wasted his time and gas driving here.

I started walking past his car, ignoring him as he called to me from his open window. I kept walking, pulling out my phone to busy my hands.

"You're being a pain in my ass! Get in the damn car."

You fucking wish.

"Scarlett, I'm not kidding. I have shit to do, get in the fucking car."2

Unable to ignore him any longer, I looked at him. Our eyes met, and as always, my breath hitched. God, why does he have to be so hot? Makes a girl forget herself.

I raised a brow and shook my head. "Go do whatever it is you have to do. I'm fine." I waved him away, aware he was muttering curses.

"Get in the car, or so help me..."

I rolled my eyes. "Or you'll what?" I stopped, crossing my arms and challenging him with a smirk. His lips tightened, his agitation clear. Feels good to be the one pissing him off. A taste of his own medicine. Doesn't like it much, does he?

"Keep walking and find out..."

"Fuck off, Oliver. You're not my babysitter. I can get myself home." I leaned down, softening my expression mockingly. "Or is that too hard for you to understand?"

A mirthless laugh escaped him. I didn't wait for his response, continuing to walk, chuckling to myself. His face... priceless!

I scrolled through my phone, not noticing his car until I heard tires screeching and saw it on the sidewalk in front of me.

"What the fuck, Oliver! You could have hit me!"

Oliver hopped out, stalking toward me with a cocky grin. "I warned you."

I shook my head, backing onto someone's lawn. He scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I flailed, pounding my palms against his back.

"Put me down, you stupid son of a bitch! I'm not a kid! Oliver!"

"Shut up, and maybe listen to someone. I told you I was picking you up. Stop being a jackass."

I gasped, struggling as he tightened his arm. He opened the passenger door and dropped me into the seat, giving me a stern look before slamming the door. What an asshole... who does he think he is?

"You're so annoying."

I watched as he grinned triumphantly and pulled onto the road. "I don't know why you want to make things difficult."

I shrugged, looking out the window. "It's just who I am. And if you weren't so horrible, you wouldn't have to convince me."

"Horrible? That's rich coming from you."

I frowned. "How so?"

"Didn't seem too horrible last night. In fact, I remember you enjoying yourself."

I pressed my forehead against the glass. Glad this will be held over my head. It's not like he didn't want it. Why didn't he lock his door? "Well, maybe you wanted me to watch? Why didn't you lock your door? Or use headphones?"

He scoffed, tightening his grip on the wheel. "I didn't stay to watch. I was shocked. It was a reaction to seeing you... like that."

"Even now, I can tell you're turned on."

I glanced down, wondering what gave him that impression.

"You keep clenching your thighs. Every time you take a deep breath, you push your breasts forward, and I'm guessing your nipples are hard?"

How does he know? They hardened the moment he picked me up. "It doesn't matter."

"So, you're not denying it, huh?"

I was captivated by his grin, the way he licked and bit his lips as they spread into a smile, revealing his white teeth. He seems proud of himself.

"Contrary to your twisted view, not every woman wants you, Oliver."

He chuckled, tossing his head back slightly. His hair fell onto his forehead.