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She was trying to get me to come around with small talk.
It wouldn’t work.
“I still can’t believe you got your full license before me.”
If she couldn’t, then she was the only one. Judging by the way she drove – like a ninety-year-old, with poor eyesight, and a serious lack of awareness – I had a feeling Sean would pass his driving test before she did.
“I’m mad at you too, you know.”
Yeah, I got that loud and clear when she went batshit and attacked Shane’s car.
Parking up at the beach, I killed the engine, and took a deep steadying breath before I turned in my seat to face her.
She was already facing me, with her arms folded across her chest, and her face set in a hard line.
Her blonde hair fell loosely down her shoulders to her elbows.
She looked like an angel, poised and ready to go to war with me, and that was unnerving as fuck.
“You don’t get to do that, Molloy,” I finally said, when I was sure that I could control the words coming out of my mouth. “You don’t get to stamp your feet and throw a tantrum at school when I’m talking to someone you don’t approve of.”
With her back leaning against the car door, she glared at me sulkily, but didn’t respond.
She looked ridiculously sexy, with her full lips set in a pout, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fight with her or fuck her in that moment.
“I’m serious,” I told her. “If any other girl pulled a stunt like that on me, then I wouldn’t be sitting in a car with her, trying to talk it out. No, because I would have told her where to go back at school.“
“But I’m not any other girl,” she said huffily. “That’s exactly the point.”
So fucking confident.
“You were wrong to do what you did.”
“No,youwere wrong.”
“He’s not someone you mess with, Molloy. Did you think about that before you decided to kick the shit out of his car?”
“Neither am I. Didyouthink about that before you got into his car?”
“I can talk to anyone I want.”
“Not when they sell you drugs, you can’t.”
“I told you that I didn’t take anything.”
“That doesn’t mean that you weren’t tempted.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, Molloy.”
“Even when it’s for your own good?”
“Even then. You don’t own me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“No, Molloy.” I blew out a frustrated breath. “You don’t.”
She glared back at me. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
