I snap my eyes closed at the breathy sound of her voice in my ear. I hate that she thinks I'm selling drugs. Aiden's words come back to haunt me. I should tell her that none of those rumors are true. Instead, I take her hand in mine and start to pull her away.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“For another lesson.”
15
I’ll do it
Rosalie
“I have class.” I almost gasp when his hand wraps around mine and pulls me away.
“C’mon,” he says, slowing down his steps so I can catch up with him. “You’ve skipped class before. That’s nothing new to you.”
I have skipped class before, but how does he know that? “How do you… oh my god. You remember that?” The party. It was the only thing I drank to that night.
He turns his head to the side, stopping abruptly and staring right at me. “I remember everything about you, angel.”
My heart hammers against my chest so loudly I think he might be able to hear it, especially when he smirks and then lets go of my hand. He opens the car door and climbs inside. I walk around to the passenger side and open the door, getting in the car with him.
Fashion technology can wait because nothing in the world could stop me from getting into this car with him. He starts the car and speeds up, pulling out of campus and onto the road.
“Where are we going?” I ask him.
“I don’t know.”
“So, we’re just driving?”
He shrugs, running a hand through his hair. “Where do you want to go?” he asks.
I don’t care. I don’t know where we’re going or what we’re doing, but I don’t care as long as I’m here with him. I just want to be here with Grayson, wherever that is.
“I want to live like Grayson Carter,” I tell him.
He lets out an exasperated breath, shaking his head. “I don’t want to be Grayson Carter right now.”
My brows furrow, and I frown. “Why not?”
He shifts the gear, and my eyes drift down to stare at his hand around the stick. Why does Grayson make driving a stick look so hot? “Just be with me, Rosie,” he says, his eyes looking out at the road. “Forget about who you think I am or who you’re trying to escape being. Just be with me. Right now. Right here.”
Something’s up with him. He wants an escape from his daily life, and I understand that better than anyone. “Okay.”
His head snaps towards mine. “Yeah?”
I nod. He turns back to the road, turning on the radio, making the music fill the car, fill the silence between us and make us forget about everything for a moment.
After a while of driving, the car slows down until Grayson pulls it to a stop. I jerk my head up, trying to figure out where we are.
“C’mon,” he says.
I get out of the car and make my way towards him. I look ahead, seeing a row of cars lined up inside this building.
To my right, there are about three or four men standing by, most of them in tank tops. They whistle as I make my way to the door, and I snap my head away from them and look at Grayson instead.
He interlocks his fingers with mine, squeezing to give me some reassurance. He scowls at the men standing in front of the garage. “Show some respect,” he spits out. “She’s with me.”
Those words make my eyes light up as I look at him. He glances down at me and squeezes my hand in his, tugging me away and into the garage. The sound of scraping and rattling of metal surrounds me as Grayson and I walk into the garage. What are we doing here?
