like I didn’t know anything. But as the seconds ticked by, I just couldn’t help myself.
“And just talk?” I scoffed. “Just take me home.” I turned my head forward, angrily clenching and unclenching my fists. I could start to feel my temper flare up at the thought of Connor merely using me.
“What crawled up your ass?” Connor snapped, slowing down.
I couldn’t help myself as I turned to face him.
“Sue and that waitress girl told me about you,” I snapped.
Connor rolled his eyes, continued driving, and said, “And?”
At that, I had reached my boiling point. “Did you honestly think that you could just use me like that? Is that how low you think I am? I get it. You’re the playboy of the school. You use girls all the time. But honestly, this is actually pathetic,” I spat out, venom dripping out with every word.
“It normally works,” he casually said with a shrug.
Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t even try to deny it or the way he said it like it meant nothing to him but that did it.
“You’re sick!” I screamed. I couldn’t help myself as my hand flew out in an attempt to slap him. I let out a yelp of surprise as he caught it, only inches from his face. After I got over my shock, I began pulling my hand away, which caused him to stop the car.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he snapped, dropping my hand before starting to drive again.
“Dramatic? You are the most vile…” I started
“Awful person in the world?” he guessed. “Yeah, I know. And, hun, you knew it, too. So, thinking that I would just go out with you to some diner without an ulterior motive is your fault. You can’t be mad at me for that,” Connor said without a single ounce of care.
“Take me home. Now!” I snapped, tears threatening to fall at any moment. Hold it in , I ordered myself. Everything will be okay. I stared out the window as it started to drizzle.
“Don’t be a bitch,” Connor snarled. “You did this to yourself.”
I let out an angry scream as I slammed my hand onto the dashboard.
“Stop the car. Now!” I screamed, surprising Connor.
He slammed on the brakes and stared at me, completely shocked. I angrily flung open the door and began walking down the road, not knowing or caring where I was going.
He could call me names and act like it was no big deal. But I’d be damned if Connor was going to blame this one on me.
By now it was pouring, which meant I was soaking wet as I attempted to walk home in heels and a now latex-tight dress.
“Bella, please come back inside the car,” Connor asked, driving next to me.
I snorted in a very unladylike fashion and continued to walk away. Despite the pouring rain, I heard him groan in frustration.
“Damn it, Bella! Get in the car now!” he yelled, getting annoyed.
I whirled around, my hair whipping me in my face. Connor glared at me through the open window of his car.
“Rot in hell!” I snarled, flipping him off at the same time.
Connor slammed his hands on the steering wheel.
“Fine, be that way,” he snapped, rolling up his window and driving off.
My blood ran cold when he did that. To be honest, I hadn’t really planned this out. My whole life, I had always been stubborn, so refusing to get back into the car wasn’t anything new for me. But him driving off? Now, that was really unexpected.
Whatever, I don’t need Connor. I wiped my eyes as the rain flooded my face. That was when I really took a look around at where I was.
And after observing my surroundings, I came to a conclusion—I was in the middle of fucking nowhere. I took off my heels and picked them up as I trudged along the side of the road.
Fifteen minutes later
“Connor!” I wailed, collapsing by the side of the road. The rain had gotten worse and I was starting to hear faint thunder. My feet were sore and I was beginning to panic, which explains why I was repeatedly screaming his name every five seconds. Suddenly everything lit up, and I
“And just talk?” I scoffed. “Just take me home.” I turned my head forward, angrily clenching and unclenching my fists. I could start to feel my temper flare up at the thought of Connor merely using me.
“What crawled up your ass?” Connor snapped, slowing down.
I couldn’t help myself as I turned to face him.
“Sue and that waitress girl told me about you,” I snapped.
Connor rolled his eyes, continued driving, and said, “And?”
At that, I had reached my boiling point. “Did you honestly think that you could just use me like that? Is that how low you think I am? I get it. You’re the playboy of the school. You use girls all the time. But honestly, this is actually pathetic,” I spat out, venom dripping out with every word.
“It normally works,” he casually said with a shrug.
Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t even try to deny it or the way he said it like it meant nothing to him but that did it.
“You’re sick!” I screamed. I couldn’t help myself as my hand flew out in an attempt to slap him. I let out a yelp of surprise as he caught it, only inches from his face. After I got over my shock, I began pulling my hand away, which caused him to stop the car.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he snapped, dropping my hand before starting to drive again.
“Dramatic? You are the most vile…” I started
“Awful person in the world?” he guessed. “Yeah, I know. And, hun, you knew it, too. So, thinking that I would just go out with you to some diner without an ulterior motive is your fault. You can’t be mad at me for that,” Connor said without a single ounce of care.
“Take me home. Now!” I snapped, tears threatening to fall at any moment. Hold it in , I ordered myself. Everything will be okay. I stared out the window as it started to drizzle.
“Don’t be a bitch,” Connor snarled. “You did this to yourself.”
I let out an angry scream as I slammed my hand onto the dashboard.
“Stop the car. Now!” I screamed, surprising Connor.
He slammed on the brakes and stared at me, completely shocked. I angrily flung open the door and began walking down the road, not knowing or caring where I was going.
He could call me names and act like it was no big deal. But I’d be damned if Connor was going to blame this one on me.
By now it was pouring, which meant I was soaking wet as I attempted to walk home in heels and a now latex-tight dress.
“Bella, please come back inside the car,” Connor asked, driving next to me.
I snorted in a very unladylike fashion and continued to walk away. Despite the pouring rain, I heard him groan in frustration.
“Damn it, Bella! Get in the car now!” he yelled, getting annoyed.
I whirled around, my hair whipping me in my face. Connor glared at me through the open window of his car.
“Rot in hell!” I snarled, flipping him off at the same time.
Connor slammed his hands on the steering wheel.
“Fine, be that way,” he snapped, rolling up his window and driving off.
My blood ran cold when he did that. To be honest, I hadn’t really planned this out. My whole life, I had always been stubborn, so refusing to get back into the car wasn’t anything new for me. But him driving off? Now, that was really unexpected.
Whatever, I don’t need Connor. I wiped my eyes as the rain flooded my face. That was when I really took a look around at where I was.
And after observing my surroundings, I came to a conclusion—I was in the middle of fucking nowhere. I took off my heels and picked them up as I trudged along the side of the road.
Fifteen minutes later
“Connor!” I wailed, collapsing by the side of the road. The rain had gotten worse and I was starting to hear faint thunder. My feet were sore and I was beginning to panic, which explains why I was repeatedly screaming his name every five seconds. Suddenly everything lit up, and I
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