I close her car bonnet and stare at her through her windshield; Juliette is staring back at me like she's impressed and annoyed at the same time.
I wink at her smugly before beginning to walk away. I don't really expect her to thank me, that's not really her style nor mine.
“Where's your bike?” I hear her ask and I turn around, she's standing outside her car again.
“At home, I got a lift,” I say, shrugging.
Her face is scribbled with thought, like she's solving some sort of equation in her mind. She takes a few seconds before she says, “How about I drive you home, as a thank you for fixing my car…or whatever?”
“You could just say thank you.” I point out, biting the inside of my cheek to stop smiling.
She's seriously asking to give me a ride? This girl surprises me every day and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad.
“I like my idea better.” She smiles mischievously.
“Fine,” I respond with fake detachment.
I mean, Adam is probably busy planning his wedding—he loves wedding planning—so why would I inconvenience him to pick me up? Clearly, I'm only agreeing to this because I don't want to inconvenience Adam.
Like he doesn't love picking you up.My brain chides and I inwardly tell it to shut up.
I make my way to the passenger side of her car and get inside. Instantly, I'm engulfed by the scent of vanilla and cherries. Of course, her car smells identical to her.
As I put my seatbelt on, I admire her car. The interior is Scarlett maroon, like red wine was the inspiration. There's not even an ounce of dirt in here—it's like it's a brand-new car, even though I know she got this two years ago as a sweet sixteen present.
My eyes turn toward my left window and I remember that from the outside, all her car windows are tinted. No wonder she's being so casual about giving me a ride; she knows no one will see me in her car.
Isn't that illegal to have all your windows tinted like some sort of criminal? My bad, I completely forgot that it's only illegal if you're poor. If you're rich, it's just classy, or justified.
I shake my head of these annoying thoughts and my eyes turn to the right, which is a mistake, because Juliette is reversing out of her parking spot with one hand on my seat as she backs up.
Oh my God, is she trying to attract women?
Because it's working, especially with the way she moves her hand toward the gear stick while the other stays firmly placed on the steering wheel.
Now, I do have a car license, but I prefer to drive my motorbike. However, Juliette is seriously making me rethink that.
As she drives, I try my best not to stare at her, which is considerably difficult when she looks so sexy driving. I mean, it's clearly been established that I'm attracted to her, so why would I deny myself.
I relax as she drives. I'm shocked she didn't even put my address into the map, she just kind of knows where's she's going. Then again, she has been to my house for tutoring so it shouldn't be exactly that shocking.
Hunger causes my stomach to rumble, so I fish into my pocket and pull out a granola bar. I take a bite before it dawns on me that I’m eating in Juliette’s car.
I know some people are very particular about people eating in their car, is she? I turn to her and her eyes are already on me, but she diverts them. She doesn’t seem bothered by me eating in her car, so I just continue until I’m finished.
The car ride has been comfortably silent, not even any music playing. At least, it was comfortable until her phone dings. It's resting on one of those phone holders, so it was hard for me not to see whatever popped up on her screen.
What popped up was Adonis's name and a message that read, 'Miss you baby.'
She clearly sees it too because she clears her throat, but she doesn't answer it.
I feel bile rising up my throat as a result of that message and I'm not sure why.
Sometimes, I forget that Adonis exists and I've kissed his girlfriend—three times. Then again, Aryan told me he cheats on her. Victoria also corroborated that information when I called her later that night to inform her about mine and Juliette's sort of sex buddy arrangement.
“Adonis can't know,” Juliette says abruptly and I shoot her a confused look. “About us being…you know …”
“Enemies with benefits?” I try clarifying for her with an amused tone.
