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dragged his fingers across his mouth. "She is very pretty. I especially like those dark eyes of hers." He overly stressed the word, confirming that he indeed did see me watching him. His hand moved away from his mouth, giving me a full view of the smug smile he was still sporting. Another flush crept across my cheeks and I thanked the genetic gods that my olive complexion helped conceal my humiliation.
    "Daisy," it sounded so sensual coming out of his full lips, "If you're on your way to school, I can give you a ride."
    Every pair of eyes shot my way awaiting my answer. The last thing I ever wanted to do was be in a car alone with him. I had just watched another girl give him a ride last night so it would be entirely too weird to catch one with him.
    "Sure, that's fine," I answered, nodding my head and hating the fact I was too chickenshit to say no.
    "I'll see you later," he told Sophia and Tommy before turning around towards his driveway. I waved to them, hoisting my bag over my shoulder and trailing behind him until we both reached a black Range Rover. He stepped in front of me, reached out and opened the passenger side door.
    "Nice wheels," I complimented, sliding in between him and moving into the seat before he shut the door behind me.
    He nodded his head and circled around the car to get into the driver's side. The ignition turned on and we started down the street, letting an uncomfortable silence take over the air. When the silence was finally broken, I wanted to punch the asshole in his pretty, perfect face.
    "So have you always been into voyeurism or is it a new hobby you've recently picked up?" Embarrassment and anger shot through my body and I was surprised I didn't catch whiplash from how fast I twisted my head around to glare at him.
    "I am not a voyeur," I hissed, shifting around in the leather seat to look at him. "Have you always been into exhibitionism or did you just happen to pick it up recently?"
    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