Anders didn’t hesitate, busting her ass to get out of the small jail cell with all possible haste.
“That’s inappropriate.” Mrs. Lancaster looked at me with disapproval in her teacher eyes.
“Maybe, but I stopped giving a single fuck what you people thought when I was here myself,” I said. “Have a good one.”
I left, leaving Jasper to do whatever it was he was going to do.
Since we were close enough to Searcy’s place now, I decided a nice, brisk walk was in my future.
Searcy’s place was about two miles away from the school. My new house was just a few miles past that.
I would walk home.
It wasn’t too cold, and I hadn’t hit my ten thousand steps…
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jasper called out behind me.
I turned around and walked backward as I said, “Home.”
“Get in the fuckin’ truck, Calli,” he growled.
I flipped him off. “No thanks.”
I made it out of the gate, thankful that the guard only waved at me, and started toward home.
I’d stop at Searcy’s place for something to eat first, because I was starving. Then I’d continue my walk…
A strong arm went around my waist, and I was tossed over a solid shoulder.
I cursed and said, “Put me down, asshole!”
“Sure,” he said as he kept walking to his truck, which stood wide open, waiting for him to return.
Instead of putting me in the back—allowing me to let myself right back out—he sat me down in the seat between him and his lady.
“What the fuck?” I growled.
He reached over and put my seat belt on for me, then reached between my legs to put the truck in gear.
I would not admit how sexy that was.
“Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn all the time?” he hissed. “The world is not out to get you.”
“Yeah, whatever you say.” I snorted. “Because the world’s been real kind to me so far.”
“Your sister won the lottery,” he pointed out. “That’s pretty kind.”
I didn’t bother to point out, for a second time might I add, that my sister was the one who won the lottery, not me.
I felt like a broken record sometimes.
But also, “That’s kind of a secret, Jasper Madden.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Barbie offered up over her shoulder, a small smile on her face.
I snorted. “No offense, but I don’t know you. I don’t trust anyone.”
She smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes this time.
