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Tattooed hottie quirks one of his eyebrows, and his lips twist into an amused expression. “Brutal honesty. I like it. It’s just a shame to fuck up such a beautiful ride, but it sounds like this douche bag has it coming if he’s cheating on a smokin’ chick like you. By all means—” He flips his hand over, palm out. “—please, continue.”
“Thank you,” I say and then turn my attention back to the car, completely delighted to get back to taking my rage out on Chance’s car.
I raise my hands back in the air, gripping the steel tightly. The stares of all the witnesses weigh down on me. What I’m about to do is a crime, and I’m now having second thoughts about going through with wrecking his car. Sasha and Rosemary are supposed to be my friends, but I know they only hang out with me out of obligation. It wouldn’t take much convincing for them to rat me out.
If I get caught, I could get into a lot of trouble for this, and is it really worth it? Is Chance worth it?
The short answer to that is no, and as much as I want to save my budding reputation, I can’t stand the thought of disappointing my father—the one person who believes in me the most in this world.
I lower my hands, allowing the crowbar to hang at my side.
“What are you doing, Avery? Come on! We came here for a show,” Sasha complains.
I turn around and face her and then shrug. “I can’t do it.”
She rolls her eyes and then turns toward Rosemary. “God. She’s such a loser. I told you guys that she wasn’t Kappa Kappa material. Let’s get out of here.”
I open my mouth to fire back a snippy rebuttal, but I don’t get a chance. Both girls turn on their heels and rush back to Sasha’s car. The engine fires up once they are inside, and soon all I see is the taillights of the little black Porsche we all came here together in. I stand there watching my ride leave me behind, with a crowbar in my hands, in the parking lot with a complete stranger. Alone. To make matters worse, my purse is in Sasha’s car, so I’m stuck here with no phone and no money.
How in the hell am I supposed to get back to the house now?
My shoulders slump as I glance around the dark parking lot. I can’t believe they left me here. Some best friends they are.
“Nice friends.” As if Hottie McHotterson wasn’t already reading my mind, he adds, “Looks like you need a ride.”
I spin around on my heel to face him. “That’s generous of you, but I don’t get into cars with strangers.”
“Just assholes and bitches then?” he asks, mildly amused.
“Excuse me?” I snap.
He shrugs. “I was just stating the obvious fact that you are a poor judge of character. You won’t accept a ride from a Good Samaritan, but you’ll date a guy that treats you like shit and be friends with girls who leave you stranded in a dark parking lot with a man who you don’t know. Like I said, poor judge of character.”
“You know what, screw you, buddy.” I don’t like the way this guy is able to call me out within five minutes of meeting me, no matter if what he’s saying is true or not.
“I’m not the one screwed here, sweetheart.”
Ugh. This guy is infuriating and could use a dose of manners. “You really need to work on your people skills. That’s not how you talk to people.”
He chuckles. “I don’t seem to be the one with poor people skills. I’m not the one stranded, remember.”
“Just because you have a car doesn’t mean people don’t think you’re an asshole,” I fire back.
Frustrated with this entire situation, and the fact that my still being here puts me at risk of Chance coming out and discovering me, I decide it’s time to end this argument.
I stalk past Mr. Tattoo without saying another word.
“I wouldn’t go that way if I were you. It’s not exactly safe,” he calls to me.
That halts me in my tracks. While I’m not exactly a wuss, I’m not the strongest girl in town either. I pride myself on being more of a runner to keep in shape versus someone who uses weights.
“Come on,” he says with a smile. “I promise that I’m a perfect gentleman.”
While I know accepting a ride from this guy is absolutely one of the worst ideas I’ve ever had, my only other option is to wait for Chance and explain what I’m doing here and ride in a car with him and Charity.
No fucking thank you.
I would rather take my chances with the rough part of town, or even worse, with a beautiful tattooed stranger who seems willing to help.
