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That’s it. I shoot up from my seat. “Oh look, times up.”
He stares at me, still smiling, watching me stuff my things in my bag. “So, it seems.”
Swinging my strap over my shoulder, I turn to Cuba. “I’ll see you Monday.” I don’t wait for him to respond. He’s literally getting under my skin in the worst way. He says sorry last week, and then acts like an asshole all over again.Maybe India is wrong. I can’t handle him.
The warm air hits me when I push open the library doors, I make my way down the steps. Once on the sidewalk, I take my phone out of my bag, and I text India back letting her know I will go on the date. He doesn’t have to be cute just not an asshole.
I ignore my aching feet as I start to make my way home, wishing I had driven. I don’t get him, at all. If he isn’t going to apply himself then we don’t need to waste our time, I’m sure the other tutors are as great as me. Well, I was the best when it came to History, but still, he can take his rude ass somewhere else.
I don’t even realize there is white SUV trailing beside me, I’m too busy going over everything in my head, how much he drives me crazy, that the honk makes me jump.
I swing around, ready to see who it is and just what their problem is. Speak of the devil. Cuba is sitting behind the wheel of the Mercedes G- Wagon with dark tinted windows and matte black rims. Of course, he drives this.
“Want a ride?” He has the nerve to give me a small smile.
My feet are telling me to say yes, but I’m stubborn. “No thank you.” I keep walking, ignoring my aching feet.
He keeps up with me. “Arrow, stop being stubborn and take the ride.”
I don’t stop walking and he continues to cruise along next to me. “So, you can tell me how stupid I am?”
“I’ve never called you stupid.”
Halting, I turn to face him, he brakes right in time to meet my glare. “You said you thought I was smarter than that-“
“Yeah, Fucking Dex is clown.” He cuts me off, one arm draped over his steering wheel and the other gesturing for me to come to him. “Get in the car, unless you really want to walk, of course.”
I stare at him. Here he goes again, he’s being hot, and I’m sure the moment I get in the car he’ll go cold again. I ponder the idea, I don’t want to take a ride from him, but my feet win out, and I stomp to the door letting them know I’m not happy about this, at all.
Opening the door, I slide onto the soft black leather, my little feet sighing in relief. He waits until I close the door and put my seatbelt on before pulling away from the curb. I don’t look at him, but I can feel him staring at me.
“Can I have the left side of my face back?”
Cuba chuckles lightly under his breath. “Are you going to tell me where you live or are you going to continue being a hard ass, I mean it’s kind of cute.”
I whip my head around. “A hard ass? You make me like this, because you are such an asshole.”
His grin fades and his eyes go back to the road. “I know,” he says quietly then clears his throat. “So, directions would be nice.”
Turning back forward, I slump in the seat. “I live off 9th and Deck.”
He nods but doesn’t say anything, the air shifts, and he’s back to being cold again. We ride in silence, and I fidget with my arrow charm, watching the line of palm trees pass by, wishing we could get to my place quicker. I hear rap music playing on low, I know this song, glancing at the large screen, I knew it’s Drake and YG.
I start humming to the song, and the volume goes up. I glance at Cuba, but he isn’t looking at me, but I can see the hint of a smile on his lips.
Shaking my head, I look away. “Just admit it already, you got plans do it, boy we did it already. Got a couple DMs I done slid in already, gotta ask YG if he hit it already.” I rap along, bobbing my head to the beat.
The car comes to a stop and I see we are outside my apartment; I turn to see Cuba staring at me, eyes wide in shock. That’s the look I get from a lot of people when I they see I know the words to a hip-hop song. I guess they expect me to bust out in a pop song.
“Yeah, I know-” I start but he starts laughing, cutting me off.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more basic.” He shakes his head, his laugh slowly fading.
Now I’m basic?
“Don’t hold back on my account, and thanks for the ride, asshole.” As I struggle to release the seatbelt, long fingers brush against mine, and if I wasn’t trying my best to get away, I would have felt the light tingle of electricity that sizzled between us. As soon as I hear the click of the seatbelt, I was pushing the door open, one foot already out.
“Well, maybe Chris will like basic, just like Dex.” I hear him say as I slam the door shut and quickly walk up the pathway to my door. I don’t even flip him off and my middle fingers are itching to shoot up.
Forget him, I’m going go on this date and hopefully forget about the client from hell who seems bent on getting under my skin any chance he gets. He can’t decide whether he can be a decent human being or not, but I cannot stress about this right now. Mission Cuba is on a temporary hold for right now.
He not only called me stupid, he called me freaking basic, and he called history boring. Hopefully, it can’t get any worse than it already is but then this is mysterious Cuba I’m talking about here.
Cuba – 2
Bliss - 0
For now, at least.
