Yep, trying to stake her fucking claim. She was trying to lead Daisy into believing her and I were something we most definitely weren't. I would be putting a stop to that next time I talked to Piper.
"You okay back there?" I asked, twisting around in my seat to look at Daisy. "You can come hop up here, if you want?" I patted the passenger seat with my palm.
"I'm fine," she answered softly, failing to meet my eyes. I could only assume that was the answer for both of the questions I had asked her since she didn't elaborate anymore. I frowned, turning around and put my car in drive. Silence devoured the car ride home until I pulled into her driveway.
"Thanks for the ride," she rushed out, and her dark hair was the only thing I saw as she disappeared from my car. Putting my car in reverse, I pulled into my own driveway and banged my head against the steering wheel. The horn blared against my skull as I let out a tortured groan.
What in the fuck was wrong with me? It was like this chick was getting under my skin and I didn't like it. I had to fight the urge to clock every asshole talking about her ass in the locker room. Usually, I would just ignore the idiots because I had already had whomever they were bragging about, but it was different with her. And not just because she was unattainable to me.
When I looked at her, I saw more than just a pretty face and nice body. There was pain in her eyes with a touch of anger and hatred. I knew that look because I saw it when I looked at my own reflection. I knew the reason I felt that way, but I didn’t get how someone that innocent could, and for some reason, I wanted to know. I needed to know what the fuck was bottled up inside torturing her.
I ran my hands over my face. Shit, Daisy wasn't even my usual type of what everyone would expect from Layla Hudson's son. Fuck yeah, I had a type: fake, slutty and busty. I would bet my ass the girl that got embarrassed talking about sex wasn't the first two, but she did have the busty thing going on. Even in the loose shirt she was wearing, I could tell she had a bangin' body underneath it. And that ass, damn. Her ass was perfection, absolute perfection.
"Stay away from her," I whispered, hitting the garage door opener. Tommy would kick my ass and find some bullshit way to get my ass put in the slammer if I messed with her.
"DID YOU have so much fun at school today?" Sophia squealed, jumping down on my bed. I had a history book opened in front of me but I hadn't glanced at it once. My mind was racing with too many things to concentrate on World War II.
"It was fine," I lied, shutting my book and crossing my legs. Yeah, if I counted being stared at by the entire student body and tormented by the school's designated mean girl fine. "Did you have fun today?"
"YES! I always have fun at school, silly. This week is the letter C which means I need to find something super cool to bring in for show and tell that starts with the letter C. Oliver said he is bringing his pet cat, Carey, so I need something way cooler than him. I don't like him because he pulled the head off my favorite doll." She crossed her arms and pinched her lips together.
"Just your luck," I said, getting up from my bed. "I think I just might have something that is cooler than a cat. You just have to promise to be extra careful with it."
She nodded her head five times quickly in assurance and I leaned down grabbing my camera bag from under my bed. "This is my camera." I lifted one of my most prized possessions out of the bag.
"Whoa," she said slowly. "This is so awesome!" She jumped up in excitement and her ponytail bounced through the air. "Everyone is going to be soooo jealous! I need to go show mommy and daddy and come up with my speech!" The camera got released from my hand quickly and she went flying out of the room. I looked up to my ceiling asking God to please let it return back in one piece.
Sinking back on my bed, I leaned my head against the headboard, thankful for some alone time. My body felt like it had been on constant overdrive the last few days with the move. My phone beeped again, reminding me of the text message I hadn't replied to yet. Grabbing my phone, I opened it, read it again and swallowed.
Dawson: You need to talk to Tess. She’s going off the deep end. I can’t believe you left without telling her goodbye.
My finger hit the reply button.
Me: I know. Tell her I’m sorry.
The phone chimed immediately like he had been sitting with the phone in his hand waiting for my answer.
Dawson: YOU tell her you’re sorry.
Tossing my phone down on my bed, I closed my eyes and allowed my body to start to relax. I wanted to call her but my finger refused to hit the send button. Instead, I shut my phone off and closed my eyes.
“GOOD MORNING.” My head shot up at the sound of his voice and I spotted him in front of his car, wearing another black V-neck t-shirt and holding a Starbucks cup. “I figured you might need another ride.”