I shrug like it’s no big deal as he stalks around the front of the car and opens the passenger side, all the while ignoring the way my stomach flutters like an idiot with a crush. It’s just a lift home for an arsehole who doesn’t deserve it.
Noah sits rigid in his seat, clutching his bag on his lap as if I might jump across the console and attack him or something.
I shake my head as I wind up the window.
“What’s the problem with it?” I ask as my engine rumbles to life like a loud fuck you to his bike.
“Starter motor,” he mutters like it pains him to make conversation with me. “It’s been struggling for a while, but I’m just waiting for the part to arrive.”
“Damn. How long?”
He flicks a glance at me before returning his gaze to the window as I turn out of the university car park. “Another couple of days.”
“Need me to organise my uncle’s tow truck?”
He shakes his head. “I go to Tully’s garage.”
Of course he does.God forbid he take his precious bike to Kincaid Auto Repairs.
Tension fills the space, and he shifts in his seat. “Didn’t pick you for a car enthusiast,” he says, glancing around.
My lips tug up involuntarily as I think of my pop. “Yeah, built her from the chassis up.”
“Seriously?” He almost sounds impressed, though he’d never admit it.
“Yeah, me and my pop. Took us two years.
Noah glances at me with a raised brow. “Wouldn’t have picked that.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I say with a shrug.
He lets out a huff and returns his attention to the window. There goes that small glimpse of a human being.
My phone buzzes with a text, and I glance down at the screen.Milly.I roll my eyes. She’s probably wondering where her ice cream is. My sister has the biggest sweet tooth.
“I’m not a homophobe.” Noah breaks the silence, and when I look over at him, he’s staring down at my phone with a strange look on his face.
I scoff. “Could’ve fooled me.”
His fists clench around his bag. “I’m not.”
“So, it’s just a coincidence you’re only an arsehole to the one bisexual player on the team?”
He opens his mouth and closes it again.
“That’s what I thought.”
We ride the rest of the way to his place in silence. When I pull up out the front, he doesn’t make a move to get out of my car.
“I’m not the bad guy here,” I snap, watching the wipers swipe back and forth on the windshield. “You’re the one who keeps blaming me for your fuck ups on the pitch, and I’m getting sick and tired of it. I earned my spot on the team, just like you did. Why the hell they named you captain has got me beat.”
Noah pushes open the car door and climbs out. “Thanks for the ride.”
He shuts the door, and I take off down the street, anger coursing through my veins. I don’t know why I even bother with him.
Chapter 5
Noah
