Page 98 of Unsuitable

He looks good. And warm and dry inside his car.

Bastard.

I scowl at him. Then, I swivel on my heel and start walking in the direction of the estate.

I’m practically marching, my boots splashing through puddles as I go.

I hear his car pull up alongside me. But I don’t look at it. I refuse to.

Kas does not exist to me.

“Daisy.”

Nope, not talking to him. I don’t care if it is childish.

He’s a Kas-hole, and I have every right to be pissed.

He left me in that restroom last night with my bra hanging out of my dress after, yet again, kissing me, and then he disappeared without a word.

“Daisy, get in the car.”

Did you hear something?

Nope, me neither.

I start humming Pharrell Williams’s “Happy” and pick up my pace.

“Jesus, just get in the car, will you? It’s pissing down, and you’re getting soaked.”

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

I hear a huff of frustration and then, “For fuck’s sake, Daisy, stop being childish, and just get in the fucking car.”

Um…

What. The. Hell?

Anger brings my feet to a stop.

I see in my peripheral that his car has also stopped.

Don’t look. Don’t do it. Don’t give him what he wants. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.

Taking a deep breath in, I blow it out through my nose.

Then, because I can’t help myself, I give him the middle finger and then start walking again.

I hear him chuckle, which just pisses me off even more.

Then, his car is back, slowly driving beside me.

I hear a horn blare, and I swivel my head to see a car overtaking Kas and giving him rude hand gestures.

I can’t help but smile.

As I move my eyes back around, I catch his stare.

He almost has a smile on his face. “You’re going to get me into a fight at this rate.”