He laughed. "I wasn't having sex in public. I was having sex at my own house. I can't help it if you were spying on me," he shrugged and stopped at a red light.
His sarcastic tone irked me. "Whatever," I mumbled, turning around to face the window. Our little discussion needed to end pronto. My muscles tensed up as worry set in, wondering whether he was going to spread word at my new school that I was a creeper. I kept my eyes out the window, watching trees and buildings blur past me, wishing I could be anywhere but in that car with him.
We drove a short distance before he stopped in front of another large white house with huge columns around the front.
"Quick pit stop," he announced, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel and blaring the horn. I ignored him, keeping my eyes glued at the window that had slowly begun to roll down. A tall, skinny blonde came strutting out from the front of the house. Her bleach blonde hair was curled into large, perfect waves and clipped behind her ears. I rolled my eyes, taking in her outfit. The girl was wearing a white, extremely low cut blouse that was pretty much see-though giving me the perfect view of her bright red bra and a plaid mini-skirt that barely covered her vagina.
Clueless called, Cher wanted her outfit back.
I squinted my eyes as she walked closer to the car and it finally hit me.
Holy crap!
She was the girl from last night. The moaner. Just when I thought the ride couldn't get any more mortifying. Her feet skidded to a stop when she spotted me in the passenger seat. An angry snarl twisted onto her overly made-up face. "Who the hell is this?" She asked through the window at Keegan. Her manicured hands set directly on her tiny hipbones.
I could have only guessed that I was in her seat. Leaning over, I started to unbuckle my seatbelt so I could get the ride over with, but a large, callous hand landed on top of mine, stopping me. Keegan tapped on my hand twice like he was giving me some kind of code then looked over at the serious blonde standing outside my window.
"My new neighbor," he informed her. "Now get in," he gestured his head towards the back seat.
"Hell no," she screeched, raising her hands. "I am not sitting in the backseat." I didn’t get why she was so pissed. I was fairly certain the girl gaping at me was no stranger to being in a backseat.
Keegan let out a long, tortured sigh. "Piper, get your ass in the backseat or drive your own fucking ass to school. I don't have time to play your childish games right now."
The blonde opened her mouth and I prepared to hear her argument, but she immediately shut it, changing her mind. Stomping her high heeled foot down on the concrete, she swung the back door open like a mad woman and climbed into the backseat, huffing. Her bony arm slammed the door shut harshly behind her.
"Piper, Daisy," Keegan pointed back and forth between us two girls. "Daisy, Piper."
"Daisy," she repeated and I didn't miss the distaste in her voice, She popped her head in between Keegan and I above the center console. "Is that your real name or your stripper name?" She didn't even give me the chance to answer before she continued on with her insult. "I mean, seriously, who in their right mind names their kid Daisy unless they were just wanting to set you up for disaster. Were your parents hippie stoners or something?"
I frowned. I had only been in the car with this chick for a few minutes and I found myself fighting the urge to throw her out in the street in front of a moving car.
"Piper," I mocked, using the same tone she had used with my name and raising an eyebrow. "Who in the hell names their kid after some fairy tale creep who led children to their death?" I usually wasn't a spiteful person, but she hit a sore spot. I adored my name. When my mom and dad were young, he picked daisies from my grandmother's garden and brought them over to my mom to propose. She told me it was one of her most cherished memories of them together. As soon as she found out she was having a girl, she immediately informed my dad that they were naming me after her favorite flower and memory.
I heard Keegan's chuckle beside me.
"What are you even talking about?" Piper asked, her face laced with confusion.
I shook my head at her; choosing to ignore her comment and moving my attention back to the colorful leaves that were beginning their downfall from the branches.
"Piper, play nice," Keegan warned the brat in the back. His hand hit a button on his steering wheel and Nickelback started playing out of the speakers in front of me. I noticed his thick fingers drumming along the steering wheel from the corner of my eye. Temptation was telling me to turn around and let the tramp know that I could care less if she "played nice" with me or not, but the better person in me decided to just keep my thoughts to myself.
I heard the pitchy voice of Piper's start to whine but I let the sound of music down her out. I needed to conserve what little energy I had for getting through the day. Not only was I starting a new school, but now I was walking in there with a huge target taped to my back. And the person holding the gun? That would be the bitch in the backseat.