Riding In His Fucking Porsche!

°Amy's POV°

It took all my strength to keep my composure when I saw him again. How dare he show his face after everything I had told him?

He stood there, grinning from ear to ear, as the tired driver sped off leaving a trail of dust, as he was already exhausted about the fact that I wasn't complying and then this…

With a smug expression, he pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to me as if I was in desperate need of help from the dust.

I scoffed loudly and slapped his hand away.

“You don't give up easily, do you?” I shot back, folding my arms tightly across my chest. His chest rose and fell slowly, and a cheeky smile lingered across his lips, which only made me angrier.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he insisted, as he casually slipped the handkerchief back into his pocket, completely unmoved by my annoyance.

“Hell yeah... how would you know?” I retorted, shrugging and turning away from him.

I tried to leave him behind, but he wouldn’t quit, he kept following me like a pesky fly buzzing around a stale meal.

I couldn't stand him. “What do you want?!” I yelled, spinning around to face him. He just stood there, calm and unflinching, as if he didn’t notice my anger, or my frowning face.

It was unnerving to meet his gaze, I felt as if he was looking right into me. Maybe I didn’t hate him entirely, perhaps I liked him a little.

“I want you,” he replied, his voice soft, his breath warm.

“Dreamer,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes dramatically.

What did he take me for?

“My dreams always come true,” he said with a smirk, as if he found everything amusing.

I scoffed again, shaking my head in disbelief. “And what makes you think I would ever date someone like you? You know, someone with a public third leg,” I said, arching a brow. I watched him flinch slightly at my words, but he quickly recovered, chuckling as if my insult was just a joke.

Well, it wasn’t funny to me.

“You really are something else,” he whispered, stepping closer. My heart raced for reasons I couldn’t quite understand. Even though it was chilly that morning, every where felt hot…it was just like burning in a cold room.

Before I knew what was happening, the distance between us closed, as he leaned in, his lips just inches from mine.

I could easily slap him or kick him and teach him not to act like the bad guy around me, but then again, I felt helpless…like I wanted more of him.

“What’s the matter? Can’t resist this?” he murmured, as he stretched out his arms wide, making his shirt a little bit tighter as the lines of broad chest and abs could be seen through it, “Now hop in the car or things will get worse for you.”

I swallowed hard. Worse?

What in the world could he possibly mean?

I scoffed, “And what could be worse than sticking around with you?” I asked him as I fixed my gaze on him.

“Well, you’re going to be missing out on a great ride in my Porsche unless you agreed to come with me,” he shot back.

“Is that so? You think I’d prefer to squeeze into that filthy car of yours?” I back fired.

The surprise on his face made me smile mentally—I wanted him to know I wouldn’t back down.

“Porsche is not filthy,” he replied, a grin spreading across his face, though I could see the annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Well, as long as you’re in it, it sure is,” I said, turning to walk away. If avoiding his annoying advances meant I had to trek to school, then so be it.

I’d rather walk under the sun than suffocate in that car with him!

And then it happened—I sprained my ankle.

I missed a step entirely, and before I knew it, I was falling to the ground with a painful thud. A sharp pain shot through my ankle, making it nearly impossible to get back up on my feet.

Jeremy approached me slowly, looking down at me with a mixture of amusement and something else, maybe concern.

It made me more angry to see that smirk on his face as if he thought I was some kind of puppy who had just tumbled down.

“Looks like someone is going to need my filthy Porsche,” he said with a playful tone, with a trace of satisfaction in his voice. “Or would you prefer to miss the school test today? I suppose that would be tragic for the school’s genius.” His eyes sparkled with mischief, and I found myself wishing he would just disappear.

Before I could fight off whatever offer he was making, he already scooped me up the ground like picking a floating feather from a pond.

I was surprised by how warm and strong his arms felt around me. For a split second, I thought about resting my head against his sturdy chest, but I quickly shook that idea away.

“Let me go!” I struggled to wriggle free, annoyed at my own weakness.

“Say it again and I’ll drop you right here,” he warned, his voice dipping into an annoyed tone that sent a shiver down my spine.