He eyed me over his shoulder, his gaze catching the seat belt. “Thatisperfect.”
With a cruel smile, he faced the front and took off before I had time to rethink my choices. He didn’t stop until we arrived in front of the fraternity house. And when he snapped his fingers again and demanded I get out, I didn’t budge.
“What is this, Ben? Why did you bring me here and why are you being creepy about it?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Despite how I swatted at his hands, he leaned in and unbuckled my belt for me. “Now, let’s go.”
He tapped his foot outside the golf cart while I considered my options, and the only reasonable choice was to let him think I’d go with him and take the golf cart.
It was fancier than the one I’d taken to Pendragon for the Honor challenge, with a nifty push-to-start button. All too easy to get going. Almost baiting me to try it.
With the alternative being time alone with him at a vacant Winchester Hall and taking my chances, I slid out and acted like I planned to follow him.
When he turned around, I jumped in the driver’s seat. Pushing the button and throwing it into drive, I slammed my foot on the gas pedal.
He yelled at me to stop, but I only pressed down harder.
I steered over the gravel path I’d taken on my first night to the Round Tableau, glancing over my shoulder once.
Even though he chased after me, his arms waving like a madman, he wouldn’t catch me.
I faced forward and swerved to avoid a branch, then tried to accelerate again.
But the golf cart wouldn’t go any faster.
The terrain must’ve been slowing it down, because at the next peek over my shoulder, Ben was too close for comfort.
“Go, you stupid cart!”
It slowed more as I reached the Round Tableau.
“What the fuck?” I cried, stomping on the pedal and checking the dash to figure out the problem.
When the cart slowed almost to a stop, footsteps pounded on the ground behind me.
I had to choose.
Giving up on the useless golf cart, I hopped out as soon as it slowed enough. The jolt as my feet hit the ground reverberated up my legs.
My knees wobbled, but I took off running.
Sharp, sudden pain shot through my skull.
Ben yanked on my hair, my ponytail firmly in his grip. “What the fuck are you doing, you bitch?”
I clawed at him.
“Let me go!” I screamed, digging my nails into whatever part of him I reached.
“Ow! What the hell!”
His thick arms banded around mine, pinning them to my sides and pulling me back against him.
I stomped on his foot. He groaned, and I wriggled in his hold. When he didn’t release me, I kicked my heel back.
He cursed and dragged me away from the golf cart. “You had to make this difficult, didn’t you?”
