Jake Ryan 16 Candles Car Novels & Stories

Z his gaze drifting to me then back at Jacob , he pinned him with a ' don't you harm her ,' glare and only retracted his glare when Jacob nodded back . Ryan stood beside Mr . S surveying my SUV with distaste , as his eyes were locked on the banded krait that was now curled on my driving seat , I shuddered instinctively , looks like My car was in need for some serious interior decorations . Jacob helped me slide inside the passenger 's seat and I clutched on to the leather seat cover underneath my fingers , not caring about the scratches that might be left behind once I remove my fingers - but I was still in my fear zone and couldn't really care about my actions .

Of course they were stopping at his house. Jake Taylor seemed to be the life and soul. Was he having a party? Is that why Alanna cancelled on me? Catching sight of Ryan’s car I smiled. As he pulled up he jumped out car still running. “No fucking way”. Running his hand over the side he whistled. “Damn shorty this yours?”. “A gift from my gran”. “Can she be my gran?”. He smirked. “It’s a nice car Leah”. “It’s just a car”. Rolling my eyes I couldn’t help but stare at his house. People were still showing up and my nose was getting the better of me. I wanted to know what was going on.

Ryan asked nervously. "Of course, he is." I adjusted his collar, even though I felt just as anxious as he did. I'd already sent Leander five text reminders, but he hadn't replied to any of them. The ice cream cake on the table was beginning to melt. Ryan lowered his head, unwrapped the candles, and gently placed them on the cake. There were six in all. After a long pause, Ryan murmured as if he had just realized something. "Papà isn't coming, is he?"