Chapter Eight

"Hop on. I'll drop you home, " he ordered gruffly, giving her a displeased look. The girl standing next to her looked up from her mobile with frightened eyes. She fled from the scene after seeing Weston.

"No, thanks. I'll wait for Hudson, " Isabella said stubbornly, making no move to climb onto his motorcycle. Weston gave her a more pissed-off look.

"Hudson has extended practice for his upcoming match. He wouldn't be available before six in the evening," informed Weston with a sneer.

"I'll wait till six for him," she told him, bravely. What was wrong with him? He asked her to not acknowledge him at school and when she was doing exactly that, why was he forcing himself upon her? Weston gave her a disgusted look as if he was done being nice to her.

"Fine then. Stand here for five hours. I didn't want dad after my a*s so I was just doing my duty," he shrugged, riding away without giving her a second glance. I