Jasper chuckled quietly, and I wanted to reach around the seat and chop him in the throat.
I did none of those things and stayed quiet as he started to drive.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Jazz?” the blonde bombshell in the front seat asked.
“No,” Jasper answered. “No point.”
I tried not to let that hurt me.
Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest and stayed silent.
If he didn’t want to introduce me, I would allow that.
But I wouldn’t be introducing myself.
“You’re so bad.” The blonde bombshell sighed. “Hi, Calliope, right? I’m Harlow. Harlow Degraw. This goofball is my best friend.”
I flicked my gaze to hers then to “the goofball” then back to hers before grumbling, “Nice to meet you.”
When I didn’t say anything else, Jasper sighed. “I told you there was no point.”
The fucking ass.
If he hadn’t been an all-out jerk and introduced me, maybe I would’ve been a little bit nicer.
“Which school?” Jasper asked after a few minutes of driving.
“The middle school,” I answered. “The one with the metal flowers outside.”
“On it.”
Again, I stayed silent.
It was either that or I’d ask questions I had no business asking.
I pulled my phone out and texted Anders, getting nothing in response.
“Such a stupid fuckin’ law,” I muttered to myself. “What’s the goddamn point of it, anyway?”
“What’s the point of what?” the woman asked.
I ignored her.
“What’s the point of what, Calliope?” Jasper asked.
I ignored him, too.
He muttered something under his breath, and you’ll notice that I didn’t ask him what he meant, even though I heard his ‘pain in the fuckin’ ass’ loud and clear.
I left him to his thoughts, and I didn’t put my nose in his business.
Even though I knew that the “pain in the ass” he spoke of was me.
“Where do I go?” Jasper asked after a while.
I looked around at the school and shrugged. “My best guess would be the shack at the gate.”
I mean, duh.
