Chapter Ten

I fixed the collar of my blouse feeling more than a little nervous. When I was in a state like this I often fidgeted a lot and today was no exception as I stood before my full length mirror, attempting in vain to straighten out the creases in my clothing.

I knew it was ludicrous; to be so conscious of my outfit even though I wasn't interested in the boy I was seeing tonight. However, this was my first date. Whether I was interested in Beckett or not, I felt it necessary to look my best. After all, the chances of ever having another date with anybody were slim to none.

Letting out a shaky breath, I stared at my reflection. I'd chosen to wear a loose fitting, sheer white blouse which was tucked into my high waisted denim shorts. My tights had seen better days what with the ladder that ran down the entire length of my right leg and I couldn't say my feet were an improvement, clad in a pair of grubby, mud stained sneakers.

So it wasn't a great look but considering my usual attire was a tattered sweater and my comfortable skinny jeans then I reckoned it was a pretty good attempt. Not to mention my normally straight hair framed my face in ringlets. Beckett should consider himself lucky seeing as I was wasting the precious hours I would have otherwise devoted to Teen Wolf to fancying myself up for him instead.

Deciding that scrutinising myself in the mirror wasn't helping (only increasing my nerves for what the night might entail and regret for getting myself wound up in this situation in the first place), I made my way to the living room and plopped myself down next to my mum on the couch. She was flicking through the channels on our television, settling for a wildlife documentary.

"So who's the boy?" She said after a few painfully awkward minutes of watching animals mate. I'd never understood why people did that; filmed animals doing the deed with one another. There wasn't documentaries about humans doing it with a monotonous commentator explaining the ins and outs (pardon the pun), so why was it acceptable for our furry friends not to have any privacy in the bedroom department?

"What?"

"I haven't seen you out of your jeans for an eternity, sweetheart," She said with a soft smile but I couldn't focus on our conversation or her positivity over the situation. Not with the distracting sound of monkeys making babies filling the room. "You're continuously glancing at the clock and your legs are as jumpy as a puppet on a string. Who's the boy?"

"Maybe it's because we're watching this. Mum can you just change the channel already, I'd rather eat my own liver than watch anymore." I groaned, gesturing toward the television. It was nature, I got it, but watching it with your mum was something entirely different.

"As long as this young man isn't anything like Preston and Aaron-"

"Parker and Axel." I corrected.

"-then I'll have no problem with him," She continued as if I hadn't interrupted. "The last thing I want is for you to be hanging out with delinquents and for them to tarnish your-"

The shrill ring of the doorbell thankfully cut her tangent short and I snatched my phone from the table before rushing to greet Beckett. I was overcome with a peculiar mix of dread and excitement as my eyes skimmed over his profile. He was wearing his usual outfit consisting of a red plaid shirt and what Parker liked to call his "stupid khaki pants". His hair had more product on it than usual and the profound smell of his cologne almost made me choke - he surely had enough on for two people.

"You're looking rather stunning tonight," Beckett drawled as charming as ever. I bit back the snarky reply I wanted to throw his way. I'd told myself earlier that seeing as I'd gotten myself into this mess and there was no escaping it, I'd just try to ignore Beckett's irritating ways and attempt to enjoy my night (and take slight joy in the knowledge that I'd be irritating Parker in the process). "As per usual of course."

"Thanks I guess?"

"I booked us a booth at Vincent's," He shrugged as if it was no big deal that we were eating at the most expensive restaurant in town that was down by the beach. My mouth involuntarily gaped at him before I quickly regained my composure. "I hope that's okay. Dinner is on me."

I would have protested but no doubt our meal would cost a fortune. A fortune I couldn't afford. I bit back a sigh.

I felt a presence looming behind me and to my utmost horror, my Mum's voice said, "I think you've got a winner here, sweetheart! Far better than that other boy you associated yourself with-"

"Mum." I said tersely, smiling at her through gritted teeth. "We need to go and you're holding us up."

"Calm down, I was just coming to make sure that this lovely young gentleman knew of your situation," She put heavy emphasis on the word situation, making us all well aware of what she was talking about and forcing my level of awkwardness to skyrocket from the solid 6 out of 10 it was sitting at to a rough 11. "You just call me if anything happens, alright? He seems very polite so I'm sure there's nothing to worry about but it's better to be safe than sorry," She turned to Beckett. "You know your boundaries don't you? Oh how rude of me, I didn't even catch your nam-"

"Come on Beckett, we need to go. Food to eat and cutlery to- uh, utilise." I stated with haste before stalking out of the doorway, not once looking back to check whether Beckett was stuck with my Mum or following my lead. Thankfully I could hear his footsteps behind me.

He chuckled as he caught up with my fast paced strides. "She's just concerned about you. She seems like a lovely woman, stop being so embarrassed."

"Easier said than done." I knew my face was the colour of beetroot but there was nothing that I could do about it. It blushed on its own accord and I'd just have to let it pass, knowing from experience that if I tried to focus on calming it down it would only burn brighter.

The walk to Vincent's felt like a long one though it may have been because whenever Beckett tried to make conversation my replies were stiff and awkward. This led to long stretches of silence and multiple occasions where Beckett bragged about some lake house his parents owned to which I mumbled half-hearted comments in response to appear interested.

When we had finally reached Vincent's at the far end of the promenade, my spirits perked up slightly. As someone who found it extremely difficult to save up money and quite honestly, didn't have particularly much to save in the first place, eating at Vincent's was never an option. Skylar would be besides herself once I told her about this.

"After you." Beckett smiled, opening the door for me to step inside. A blast of warmth hit me from above, quickly reducing the chills from the exposed skin of my arms and thinly covered legs. The bell jingled as Beckett closed it behind him.

The restaurant was dimly lit, candles sitting on tabletops and quiet chatter filling the air. Overall, the place had a warm, relaxed atmosphere with its beige walls and parchment-coloured tables and booths. It was perfect. However, from the looks of the other customers it was very much a couples place to eat at for a cosy night out.

Beckett gave a nod to one of the waiters as he passed. He then led us to the booth farthest to the back. As we walked past couples with tinkling laughter escaping their lips, clinking their glasses of champagne together, any slight excitement I had in mind for a first real date fizzled out. It was a blatant reminder that I was just going along with this because I wouldn't get the chance again. I wasn't Skylar, I wouldn't be able to fake it the entire night. I was Flora who had a severe case of verbal diarrheah. Was winding Parker up even worth this much effort? Was the food?

My stomach growled loudly as if to say yes but luckily Beckett didn't seem to notice as he sat down. I sat opposite him, surprised to see food already on the table and a bottle of wine sitting next to the candle between us. It all seemed rather sophisticated and... intimate.

My confusion must have been clear as Beckett cleared his troat before explaining, "My father is good friends with the boss here. I arranged for him to make us their best and for it to be ready upon our arrival."

My thoughts travelled to Parker and his own date proposal. If I had agreed we would have no doubt gone to a place very much the opposite of this. It would have most likely been filled with trouble at every turning and the night would have disaster strike it multiple times. I'd probably complain about how unprepared he was and what a mess he had made of the night. Knowing him, he'd reply with some witty innuendo and I'd end up punching the boy in the face again and-

And I was comparing the two and needed to stop.

"Oh," I paused, staring down dejectedly at the measly amount on my plate. It sure looked fancy, but whether it would satisfy my hunger was another story. I picked up my fork, rolling one of the three brown dumplings about my plate that sat upon a smudge of red sauce. "So what is it?"

He peered over to look at my plate. "Looks like roasted fennel and pine nut polpette to me," He paused as he looked at my completely bemused face, "If you don't like it feel free to try my own dish."

"Which is?" I had my fingers crossed underneath the table for fries and a milkshake. Instead, I warily looked at his plate and realised that I'd had the better end of the stick with my own meal.

"Salt and pepper squid."

"Think I'll pass." I mumbled, taking a tentative bite of my food.

"Wine?" Beckett offered, opening the bottle with a pop and pouring himself a glass.

"We're sixteen. I thought you had to be nineteen to drink wine in Illinois?" Apparently my answer wasn't needed as he began pouring me a glass anyway. "I'd rather not..."

He cocked one of his eyebrows up in the air, stopping mid-pour. "Like I said, my father is friends with the manager. Why aren't you drinking? Where's the rebellious Flora that got in trouble with the police? Who skipped school for days afterward? I thought I was going to have to tame you with your rule breaking, not encourage you."

I thought back to Skylar and what she had said one morning.

"All of the guys think you're this secret badass now that you hang out with Parker and they love it. Exciting stuff, huh? You can shoot down every single one of them."

I clenched my teeth together in frustration. This entire thing was such a waste of my time.

"That wasn't even my fault!" I was well aware I was attracting attention from a few tables over but I couldn't bring myself to care. Nor did I care about one of the brown dumplings that rolled from my plate and bounced across the tiled flooring as I waved my arms up in the air to express myself. "It was the old woman's fault for ringing them when she didn't understand the situation and Parker's for trying to beat one of the police men up and Axel's for driving when intoxicated! When will people understand that I'm innocent in all of this!?"

"Can you please lower your voice, you're embarrassing me." He hissed under his breath. I knew what he was thinking. Two words.

Drama queen.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to the restroom." I snapped, stalking to the ladies toilets.

I hunched over the sink once I got inside and took deep breaths to calm myself down as I gripped onto its cool edges. Not only was I mad at myself for showing up in the first place, but for actually believing that it could have possibly been an enjoyable evening even with not so enjoyable company.

When I finally felt I had regained my composure however many minutes later, I almost jumped out of my skin when I looked up. There, reflected in the small mirror above the sink, was no one other than Parker Heywood standing behind me.

I spun around, gaping at him like a fish out of water. "What- you- why are you here?"

"I can't believe you dressed up for him." His eyes were slits as they ran me up and down. He took a step forward and I took one back, bumping into the sink behind me.

"Hardly," I snorted, even though this was indeed my way of dressing up. I stared down at my dirty feet and ripped tights. "It looks like I've walked through sewage in my sneakers and my tights have a ladder in them."

"A stairway to heaven more like," He said, staring at my legs. "He's a fucking douche bag. Why did you make yourself look nice for a douche bag? What's so good about him? His flashy cars?"

Ever since the forced kiss in his truck things had been a little off between the pair of us. My awkwardness and wary nature around him were to blame. Since then, I hadn't been very good at forming coherent sentences when speaking to Parker which amused him to no end. During the many days leading up to my date he'd done everything within his power to convince me not to go and had insisted on going on a date with him instead. From my current predicament, the answer as to what I chose to do was obvious.

"Maybe I like douche bags." It came out sounding more like a question.

"Sure you do," He replied sarcastically. His hair that was usually styled to swoop up at the front was hanging limp today, strands falling to his forehead like delicate blades of chocolate grass. "Just as much as you like the shitty food that you accidentally threw all over the floor."

I grimaced. "You saw that?"

"It was hard to miss."

"How did you even know I was here?" I asked, double checking there wasn't any other people in here with us. "And why are you in the girls' bathroom?"

"Because you are," He stated it in a matter-of-fact tone as though it wasn't completely out of the ordinary to follow someone you wanted to talk to into the toilet of the opposite sex. "And I knew you were here because this place is for couples with a shit tonne of money and Beckett is a predictable, stuck up little-"

"Enough already." I groaned, massaging my temples with my fingers whilst trying to come up with a solution to this mess. The only one I could think of was crawling out of the small window in the bathroom to escape. Alas, the window practically touched the ceiling and I was extremely vertically challenged.

"Starting to wish you'd gone on a date with me instead now, aren't you? The offer is still on the table, you know. Free for the taking." He had an impish grin on his face now as he took another step toward me.

"And why would I want to do that?" With virtually no more space to back away from Parker, I was forced to sit half in the sink, my shorts sticking to the damp sink bowl. I looked to the quickly diminishing gap between us with panic seizing my gut.

"Because no matter how much you try to deny it, you liked me kissing you," His gaze flitted between my eyes and lips so I recoiled my head backwards. It whacked against the mirror behind me in the process and I could feel myself developing a double chin with the way I was trying to sink into myself to get away from the threat of another kissing fiasco.

Had I enjoyed it? Honestly, the answer was no. I had been - to put it lightly - terrified. I didn't touch people and people didn't touch me, he knew that. Everyone knew that. What had been alarming however, was that the panic was solely to do with him forcing himself on me.

I'd spent a sleepless night tossing and turning, my thoughts buzzing around in my brain like angry hornets. I'd been scared of the prospect of his touch, scared of my body's reaction. Whenever I made physical contact, my skin felt as though it was burning. The feeling that consumed me felt fundamentally wrong and uncomfortable.

Yet, Parker's lips had met mine and it hadn't felt like that.

I wasn't saying it didn't feel horrible, I was saying that it didn't feel as though my skin had been engulfed in flames. Just like the time where he held my hand and I felt severe discomfort but found it to be tolerable.

There was something about Parker that seemed to make my body subconsciously trust him. I had no idea what it was, but I couldn't deny that it was happening.

"Do you want me to try again?" His breath tickled my ear though I noticed he was purposefully making no contact with my body whatsoever, hands braced on either side of me upon the sink at a safe distance apart.

I suddenly envied the snail. What I wouldn't give for a shell to crawl into and hide from life in.

He drew his head back to show me the cheery grin he wore on his face. I couldn't work out whether it was because he'd rattled me so much or because he knew my date had been a disaster so far. Whatever the reason, it was really frustrating. So much so that I ducked underneath his arm and stormed out of the toilets leaving whatever else Parker was trying to say lost as the door shut behind me.

If I actually had a good time tonight then Parker wouldn't be looking so smug. If swallowing my pride was what it took to accomplish that then I'd do it. Just to prove Parker wrong. I could have fun with Beckett if I tried... like- really hard.

"Look, I'm sorry," I apologised as I sat back down. Beckett looked up, startled. The sound of a door banging shut caused me to discreetly cast a glance over my shoulder. Parker was heading my way. I had all of ten seconds to make everything seem like the perfect date. "I've just been stressed lately and I took it out on you."

Lies, lies, lies, lies.

I hoped that for once it looked believable.

"Your social etiquette could do with some improvement but it's okay, gorgeous, we can fix that." He looked relieved, back in his element as things were returning to his original plans. I highly doubted that he'd ever tried to win a girl over and experienced this much drama. I could quite easily believe all he had to do was buy them something pricey and they'd be forever his.

Unfortunately for him that was never going to happen with me. Not on my watch and certainly not on Parker's. Just as the thought ran through my brain, Parker was at our table. Seeing as I'd expected yelling, shouting, flying fists or at least some snappy comments, the forced smile Parker wore that looked impressively genuine did wonders with unsettling me.

My nerves tripled as he mutely flicked his wrist for me to slide farther along the seat in our booth. Still numb from shock at his odd behaviour, I did as he asked. Smiling at the free space next to me, he sat down.

"Heywood?" Beckett mumbled looking utterly confused as he stared at Parker.

"Gray." He chirped.

"What are you doing here?" Understanding was beginning to dawn on my date's features and his eyebrows furrowed angrily. "If you're here to sabotage our evening together-"

"Flora isn't like other girls," Parker interrupted as he slid lower in his seat. From the look on Beckett's face and by the way he shifted along his own it was because he was using the spot next to Beckett as a foot rest. Five stars for table manners, Parker. "She likes to eat. You won't be able to impress her by giving her food that your stick thin girls have trouble finishing."

I felt my face flush in embarrassment. "Well gee, thanks for pointing that one out."

Neither of them paid me any attention. Parker had dropped his cheery façade and both were now too focused on glaring at one another.

"You know, jealousy isn't an attractive trait. You'd have more chance of winning her over if you actually just admitted defeat."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. The entire situation was beyond the valley of Ridiculous and deep into the city of complete Preposterousness. My life had suddenly turned into a cheesy, cliché film and I was its protagonist caught in the midst of a love triangle, two guys playing tug-of-war over me and pining for my undying love.

The best part was that in reality, neither of them even cared. I was damaged goods that nobody truly desired. I was like that five dollar bill you have that always gets rejected from vending machines because it's just too different, too crumpled.

Beckett wanted what looked cool and somehow, the entire student body was under the idiotic impression that because Parker stuck by my side, I was just as cool and rebellious as he was. If not, good in bed. He wanted the image that came with having me by his side.

Parker most probably thought the entire thing was a game. At times he would act so serious that I would almost believe that it was something more. When that happened, I had to remind myself why he persistently followed me in the first place. To wind me up and touch me because I didn't like it. He was bored and needed entertainment.

I wasn't all too sure of how I felt about knowing that. Recently I'd spent more time hanging out with him than I did Skylar. If he suddenly lost interest in the game he was finding so enthralling at present then I wasn't certain of how I'd react. My life would definitely be a lot less hectic, that was for sure, but it would also be very quiet. The question was, did I like quiet anymore?

Parker ignored him. "I suggest you know the person before you take them out. If she goes out to eat then she likes fries and a strawberry milkshake, not this shit. Seeing as she's scared of intimacy, this is not the place to go. Take her to something calming like a fucking ice-cream parlour, not Vincent's. You probably think paying for tonight is a romantic gesture but for Flora it's going to feel like she's in debt to you now. She doesn't like relying on people, she likes taking care of herself."

"Maybe I'd be able to learn those things in time if you didn't charge over here and try to ruin things because you're developing a little crush on my date." Beckett spat, his face turning rosy.

"She clearly isn't enjoying herself right now so I don't think you have the right to call her yours, posh boy."

"Oh I'm sorry guys, I wasn't aware that I was anybody's property." I finally managed to say, mind still reeling over Parker's short yet alarmingly accurate speech. Having had no idea of when I told Parker those things, I could only marvel at the fact he remembered or paid so much attention.

"I could help her, you know," They were both still oblivious to my contribution to their argument, caught up in their little testosterone-filled feud. "Help her overcome her fear-"

"By what? Forcing yourself on her?" Slightly hypocritical, Parker. "I don't think so."

"Guys it's getting hot in here, I think I might take my blouse off." I mused just to see if either of them would notice.

"By getting her away from bad influences like you. We both know you're terrible for her!"

"Damn, it's so warm. I'm getting all hot and sweaty."

"And you're any better?" Parker hissed, standing up and planting his hands on the table to lean threateningly close to Beckett's face.

"Maybe I'll just get naked and lie over the table to cool myself down. Feel like joining me?"

"I'm by far the better choice you selfi-"

My eyes had closed for half a second in exasperation but when I opened them again it was to a whole new scene. Just because I had missed seeing Parker lunge toward Beckett's face didn't mean I was lost with what was going on. From the sickeningly loud crunch, the sound of a smashing plate and the way Beckett was clutching at his nose, it was obvious that Parker had landed a punch right in the middle of his face and knocked over everything sitting atop of the table in the process.

Seeing as that included a small candle, the flame immediately ignited the table cloth that lay in a heap by our feet. I hurriedly stomped the small inferno out as the boys continued to spew curse words at one another. It was then that I suddenly became aware of the long forgotten customers sitting with untouched meals, watching us with mouths agape. Even the few waiters that had been walking about were unmoving, nobody making an effort to intervene or shout for assistance.

When I heard another thwack I hurriedly turned around to stare in horror at a limp and bloodied Beckett lying across the table, Parker repeatedly throwing punches to his ribs. I can't remember if it was on the seventh hit to Beckett or the eighth that I started screaming.

"Parker! You're going to kill him!"

He grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and drew his arm back for another strike. I'd never seen him so angry before. He was like a feral animal as I watched him pull back his arm before plunging it into Beckett's stomach.

I grabbed his elbow without thinking to stop his movements. He froze underneath my touch, turning to face me with surprised eyes. I didn't remove my hand, scared he'd continue his brutal beating if I let go too quickly. My hands and body were shaking but I kept my grip firm.

I decided to take a different approach rather than yelling at him. "I think you need to take me home. I'm suddenly very- uh, chilly. Think I'm coming down with something. I'm a chilly billy that needs to go home right this very second."

"Two seconds, honey." He huffed a little breathlessly.

"Stop it," I begged, hoping my voice showed just how immensely distressed I felt. "Please just- please stop."

Properly focusing on my face this time, he stared at me. Looking between me and the groaning body before us that lay defeated on the table, he cursed under his breath. He unfurled his hand which had been fisting the front of Beckett's shirt tightly and my supposed date hit the table with a thud, his body already showing signs of bruising. Blood trickled from his lips as he coughed.

"Shit," Parker swore, gazing at his hands that were grazed and had specks of Beckett's blood covering them. "Oh fuck I've just scared you, haven't I? Fucking hell." He tried to get closer to me but I hastily let go of his arm, ducking under it to see if Beckett was even still breathing. Thankfully he was, though he had an unnerving smile plastered to his face.

"Christ, she isn't worth this much bother," Beckett sputtered, propping himself up with one elbow. His once perfect pearly whites were stained with red. My sympathy for him fizzled out and I heard Parker mutter a string of profanities before saying something about punching him again. "She's a liar. I saw her holding your arm just then. Bitch had us all fooled."

My vision started to blur and I turned away from Beckett so that my back was facing him. Unfortunately that meant Parker had full view of my small emotional meltdown.

A mask of concern covered his face as he took in my glossy eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I mumbled, mortified I was letting the words bitch and liar crawl under my skin and upset me. I'd been called far worse and we both knew it.

He seemed to understand what had triggered my watery gaze and said, "Since when have insults made you cry? You already knew the guy was a dick."

"He was calling me beautiful and gorgeous like two minutes ago, okay?" I snapped with surprising fierceness to my voice.

He looked at me for another moment before glaring at the beaten boy, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. "If you ever call her a bitch or a liar again, I swear to fuck I'll tie you to the roof of my truck, drive you to my house and then set my dogs on you to tear you apart limb from limb whilst you're still conscious."

Beckett was silent along with the rest of the restaurant as I let Parker drag me outside by my blouse sleeve. Being next to the beach meant that the wind was much cooler around this area and I shuddered as we began marching in the direction of his pick up truck in a tense silence.

Stealing a glance behind me, I could see that Vincent's was now in uproar with people scurrying about in a panic and someone outside pointing in our direction. We picked up the pace.

Once inside, Parker revved the engine. He was clutching the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles had turned an ashy white. It made the splattered blood on his hands all the more prominent. Whether it belonged to Beckett or Parker, I couldn't tell but I would guess most of it was from the former.

"I didn't know you had dogs." I said after a while.

"I don't."

"But you-" Understanding dawned on me as I realised he'd just said the threat to scare Beckett, not actually attempt murder. "Oh."

He looked at me for a brief moment before sighing. "Honey, put your seat belt on. It isn't safe without it."

I laughed. It was the type of laughter that was a mixture of relief, worry and sheer hysteria. He was lecturing me on being safe in a car after I had just witnessed him attack someone to within an inch of their life. Okay, perhaps that was a tad melodramatic but the point still stood. This whole night had been a huge disaster. Parker pulled the car over at the side of the road and turned around to face me.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was soft, hazel eyes shining with concern as he awkwardly wiped away the tears I had unknowingly released with the pad of his thumb. I looked at his hand warily and it was as if I could see the cogs ticking in his brain when I met his eyes again. He quickly pulled his hand back with a face that looked like he'd just seen one of his non-existent dogs die. It drained of colour. "Do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"What? No- I- It's just because you touched me and I don't like touching and- uh, yeah." That was true, but it wasn't the only reason I didn't want his hands near me. My gaze lingered on the specks of crimson that coated the backs of them and the gashes on his knuckles. A tidal wave of nausea washed over me.

"You're lying."

"Fine," I bit the inside of my cheek before letting it all out. "The fact you beat the living daylights out of Beckett scared me. The blood on your hands is freaking me out. The way you don't seem to care about anything that happened back there is worrying me. You sabotaged my first date and I'm kind of pissed off with you but I'm glad you're driving me home," I waited a moment for his brain to digest my list of confessions before adding, "I wasn't completely lying though, you know I don't like touching."

"I'm sorry," He raked a hand through his hair, tugging it by the roots. "I'm sorry alright, I'm sorry. I can't- I don't- Christ. Just don't look at me like that again, alright?"

I frowned. "Like what?"

"Your face..." He trailed off. "When you told me to stop hitting him you were staring at me like I was some kind of monster. Don't do that again."

"Well don't give me a reason to," I retaliated. "Maybe when you feel a bit upset next time you should express it verbally instead of physically. As in, with the power of words."

"I know what verbally means." Parker rolled his eyes, the ghost of a smile now on his face as he started driving again.

"Yeah, well, do that in the future."

"Noted," He chuckled before casting me a sideways glance. "I want to kiss you again. If I did would you kiss me back this time?"

"Not with blood on your hands I wouldn't." I looked at them and didn't bother to hide the repulsion which I'm sure was as clear as day on my face.

"But you would if there wasn't?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"That's not what I mea-" I groaned. "Never mind. Just keep your eyes on the road and drive me home."

"Yes ma'am."

//Feel free to vote/comment if you enjoyed this chapter! Just over 100 votes now, yikes! That's huge for me, tysm guys. These chapters just keep getting bigger and bigger, I'm so sorry. I get too carried away, oopsies. I've edited the previous chapters slightly by adding either pictures of the characters or songs that apply to the chapters. There's no change to the story so dw, just thought I'd say bc I'll be doing that from now on. Ly guys. Gif of Beckett above//