Page 91 of Filthy Player
A thick silence weighed down the car and I gripped the door handle as she flew through a puddle, giving that semi-weightless feeling.
“Hey, can you slow down a bit, sweetie?”
“Oh come on, Paige. Where’s your sense of fun?”
“I don’t like storms.”
She huffed then and laughed. But it wasn’t her laugh. My gaze went to my side mirror. Behind us, I knew Jaxon was there somewhere, but I couldn’t see a darn thing through the rain.
Rain pelted the car, making it hard to hear the radio and I almost missed it when Hannah finally said, “You know, I don’t know what’s so special about you.”
The heck? My head whipped in her direction. “What? Hannah—”
“No. I mean, sure you’re nice and all, but you’re not all that pretty. And you definitely don’t have nice boobs like me. I’m just trying to figure out, why is it you get everything you want? Why is everything so easy for you? I mean, me? I’ve tried to get Beaux’s attention for over a year now, and he’s barely said hello to me. I’ve got great tits. I’m nice too, damn it. Plus, I give a blowjob that makes men mindless. Can you say the same?”
She’d lost me. Totally lost me. I had no idea where this animosity was coming from, but it chilled my blood quicker than the storm had.
It wasn’t until she brought up Beaux my warning siren blared in my head, but it was on full force as she took another curve too fast.
“Hey, let’s slow down. We’ll talk about what’s upsetting you.” I grabbed the oh-shit handle above the door. “Hannah! Slow down!”
Another burst of thunder and lightning lit up the sky. The storm was heavy, late in the season for such a storm but they’d been warning us about it all week.
She flew through another puddle, not bothering to brake.
“I’m not upset.” Her eyes flashed to me, wild and green, and wide open. “Tell me, Paige. What is so damn special about you that suddenly, Beaux Hale gets one good look at you and it’s game over for me?”
There was nothing I could do. We were driving too fast. The roads were wet. I couldn’t jump out going seventy miles an hour. That’d kill me for sure.
I tried to calm her down. “It’s not a competition, Hannah. You’ll find someone.”
“I don’t want anyone!” she shouted and slammed her hand on the steering wheel.
Behind me, Jaxon’s headlights were now visible in the rearview mirror. Somehow, he’d closed the distance.
I sent up flares into the karmic air, screaming for help.
“Okay,” I said, my voice calm. I quieted my tone, ignored the rush of adrenaline roaring through my system. “Okay, Hannah. Please, though, pull over. We’ll talk. Maybe there’s someone else on the team I can set you up with.”
Her head whipped to me. “You’d do that?”
Her smile was manic. Green eyes were glassy like she was drugged.
Maybe she was. I thought I knew Hannah pretty well, and I never would have guessed she was a drug addict.
I also never knew she would have been the stalker I had to worried about but all her freaking out was making that glaringly obvious.
“Of course I would. Just please, you’re scaring me. We’ll get home, have a drink, and we’ll think of someone. Anyone.”
“I want Beaux.”
It was like she hadn’t heard me. Perhaps she hadn’t. The thunder was rolling constantly. Lightning flashed all around us. Rain hit her window so viciously I couldn’t see through it, and her wipers were on full blast.
Every time she splashed through a puddle in her two-door Nissan, we did a mini-fishtail.
“Hannah, Beaux and I are in love.”
“You’re not!” she screamed, and I jumped back into my seat. So much for calming her down. “He can’t love someone like you. You’re plain, and you have your stupid dad to take care of. He only pities you, Paige. He doesn’t love you.”
