“You know, you really don’t have to.” I tugged but he wouldn’t let go of my hand. At first it was like a game of tug-of-war, but now, he just pulled me as if I’m not making any resistance. “I won’t tell mom. I promise.”
He finally stopped walking. Unluckily, we’re already in front his Audi everyone loves. “Get in.”
“We’re riding that?!” I don’t mean to imply anything because hey, it’s an Audi and I don’t get to ride that every day. The fact that it’s closed that scares me. He just stared at me still annoyed. Who wouldn’t when mom, who is the principal of this school, told him to bring me home as punishment?
“That is an Audi,” he replied nonchalantly.
I was able to pull my hand and cross my arms. I agree that he’s handsome and all, but with that arrogance and fucking ego, he won’t pass for my standards. “I am aware Mr. Cervantes.”
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