I quickly looked away feeling a sting in my chest which was stupid of . What do you expect Emma? That a drop-dead hot guy like this was single? Keep DREAMING! He totally has a girlfriend, maybe she doesn’t go to school here.
Finally, his ’Angel’ stopped calling and the car fell into a hot silence again luckily I recognized the block we turned in now, we were almost at my house, I couldn’t wait to leave.
The car stopped, and foolish enough of , I remained glued to my seat. My grip tightened on my bag, what exactly was I waiting for? Maybe I should just say thank you and leave.
"Tha-"
"Emma"
We started at the sa ti, I finally darted my eyes to his and they were soft as they looked at . I didn’t know for how long but we just looked at each other. But they hardened once again.
"Who’s Owen to you?"
I frowned, I wasn’t expecting that question. "H-He’s my friend" I shrugged.
He nodded, his eyes back to the window, he said sothing under his breath but I didn’t hear him, but then the realization struck .
"Is that why you won’t talk to ? Because of Owen?"
He huffed. "Owen Sherman," he said the na with disdain, the last na to be precise.
"So what, you hate him?"
"I’m not a fan of his..." he tapped his fingers on the wheels. "... family na" he said through gritted teeth.
I was lost there but I didn’t care. "You’re being a jerk," I said before I could stop myself, stunning even , I just said the first thing that ca to my head, I guess I was feeling a sting within because of that caller, call stupid I know but I couldn’t help it.
His eyes snapped back to , I couldn’t read his look but it seems like he was trying to read mine too.
"O-Owen is my friend" I intoned. "My first friend", we stared at each for what seed like seconds, I don’t know what their FAMILIES were on about but that doesn’t give him any right to say such.
"Thanks for the ride" I murmured about reaching for the door but his hand grabbed my arm gently, I faced him and my body stilled because his face was re inches away from mine, I couldn’t resist the heat that flushed to my cheeks. I could feel his hot breath against my face.
He sighed, closing his eyes for a brief second. At that mont I imprinted this current look in my head, his eyes flicked open and they were soft as they looked at . "I’m sorry" he began in a soft tone, I could see regret in his orbs. "I shouldn’t have asked that," his gaze leveled before they fell back to , I couldn’t explain it but the look he gave right now was quite primal, I noticed as his pupils dilated before my eyes, mixing once again in so sort of color and I just gawked like a deer in headlights.
"I’m protective of you Emma," he said the words with so much intensity that it got my heart slamming loudly in my chest, I could feel the earnestness within his words. Just when I was finally able to see what colors his eyes were becoming he pulled away, leaving with a gasp.
"You should go," he said in a low tone like he forced himself to speak.
"O-Okay" I whispered, unable to stop my beating heart, I noticed his tight grip against the wheel, his knuckles were turning white, I wanted to say sothing but I figured that might not be a good idea.
The door opened and I stepped out, watching as he drove off. I tucked so of my hair behind my ear still replaying what happened in the car, his eyes were... they were changing, that cannot be real.
"Emma!"
I whirled to my aunt at the door. "You’re back," she said. "Who dropped you? The school bus passed an hour ago, I was worried"
"M-My friend dropped "
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"Oh" she seed interested, almost like the look my mom would have on when I said ’a friend dropped ’. "Was it Owen?"
I walked to the door. "It was Dace" I walked inside the house. "Devereaux" I whirled to her.
"Devereaux" she faced . "Dace Devereaux" she snickered but it wasn’t a heartfelt one.
"Yes," I folded my arms. "He-"
"Oh my god, Emma are you okay? What happened to your forehead?" She was before next.
"Oh that... I got hit on the head with a ball, we were just exercising"
"Oh, that must hurt"
"It doesn’t anymore" I assured her.
"A ball to the head gotta hurt"
"Yes it really... really hurt, I hate pain" I admitted.
She smiled. "You took that from your mom, she’s always screaming just at the prick of a needle" she mused but then her smile fades. "Emma" she began in a serious tone. "I know I don’t have the luxury to select your friends for you. That’s a privilege that you have and-"
"Vanessa, where are you going with this?"
She sighed heavily. "Emma..." she rubbed my arms. "Stay away from Dace Devereaux, he’s bad news,"
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