Chapter 117 - 117 woman are confusing (1/2)
”That was for Lauren's sake, not mine. I had to give him his chance.” she snickered.
”You...” I gasped. I couldn't think of a bad enough word. It felt like the heat of my anger should physically burn her, but she only seemed more amused.
”And I'm not pretending you don't exist,” she continued.
”So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tyler's van didn't do the job?”
Anger flashed in her tawny eyes. Her lips pressed into a hard line, all signs of humor gone.
”Ryan, you are utterly absurd,” she said, her low voice cold.
I turned my back and started to walk away.
”Wait,” she called. I kept walking, sloshing through the rain. But she was next to me, easily keeping pace.
”I'm sorry, that was rude,” she said as we walked. I ignored her. ”I'm not saying it isn't true,” she continued, ”but it was rude to say it, anyway.”
”Why won't you leave me alone?” I grumbled.
”I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me,” she chuckled. she seemed to have recovered her good humor.
”Do you have a multiple personality disorder or a personal grudge against me?” I asked severely. ”You're doing it again.”
I sighed. ”Fine then. What do you want to ask?”
”I was wondering if, a week from Saturday - you know, the day of the spring dance -”
”Are you trying to be funny?” I interrupted her wheeling toward her. My face got drenched as I looked down at her expression.
Her eyes were wickedly amused. ”Will you please allow me to finish?”
I clasped my hands together, interlocking my fingers, so I couldn't do anything rash.
”I heard you say you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if you wanted a ride.”
That was unexpected.
”What?”
”Do you want a ride to Seattle?”
”With you?” I asked, mystified.
”obviously.” she enunciated every syllable, as if she were talking to someone mentally handicapped.
I was still stunned. ”Why?”