“It’s a surprise,” Blake said.
“I have to be back—”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Jace laughed as we reached his jeep, and Blake opened the back for me. I scooted into the seat and he closed the door as he jumped in the front.
How the hell is this boy going to graduate while skipping so many classes?
Jace started the jeep and music blared from the radio as I stared out the window. My heart bounced in my chest, like a bird trapped inside a cage.
I could already hear my father’s tone, disappointment dripping from his words.
Blake and Jace spoke as my worries grew about Dad finding out that I’d been skipping school because of a boy.
The car stopped inside a driveway. It must be Blake’s house. It was beautiful.
“Thanks, Bud. See you later.”
“You want me to pick you up before school comes out?”
“No, I’ll take her back before her father finds out.”
Jace turned around in his seat as I grabbed my bag and put the strap over my shoulder. “Enjoy, Elena.”
Enjoy what?Sex was the only thing that scrambled my thoughts and my body reacted in heat waves.
I scooted out of the seat when Blake had opened the door and exited the car. Jace reversed out of the driveway and drove back to school.
I took a deep breath and blew it out hard.
“Will you relax? You are going to be fine.” Blake grinned.
“I’d like to hear what you are going to spin when the principal phones my dad, Blake.”
“Well, if he does, the problem is solved.”
“That is what you think. My dad is going to have a hernia.”
“It can only last that long.”
I rolled my eyes as I followed him up the stairs.
He opened the door and yelled, “Dad.”
“Crap, your dad is here.”
Blake chuckled. This wasn’t funny.
“Office.” A male’s voice came from the room at the corner of the kitchen. Wooden cupboards with stainless steel appliances and a shiny black-handle kettle on the stove whistled. Blake walked over to turn off the gas.
“Yeah, I’m going to need you to come out.” Blake put his bag down on the marble kitchen counter.
A lounge with lamps on end tables, with a coffee mug still on the table, found my eyes. A huge TV mounted to the wall with a DVD player in the middle of a surround system and speakers welcomed me.
The wheels of a chair on wooden floors, and the footsteps were soft. “So how did it?” His dad stopped in mid-sentence as his hazel brown eyes landed on me. He had a slight scar on one of his eyebrows and looked an awful lot like his son. He seemed way too young to be a father. His raven hair carried a few silver strands, but not a lot. He kept staring at me, which made my gaze flicker to Blake.
“I want to introduce you to Elena Watkins.”
