Page 88 of Twisted Fate

“You’re staying again? You’ve been awake all night, D.”

“Yeah, I’ll sleep today and then I’ll be rested to keep an eye out tonight. Have a good day at school,” he winked, Slash cursing me out under his breath as I left.

Once I’d climbed into the Corvette, I cranked the stereo up and drove off alone, Manifest by Starset blasting out the windows.

I parked in the school parking lot, biting back a groan as I noticed Caden and the others leaning against the fence watching me.

I didn’t need their shit on top of everything else I was already trying to deal with.

I shut off the engine and climbed out, glancing over my shoulder as a dirt bike revved close by, loudly pulling in and parking beside my car.

I rolled my eyes when I noticed the Devil’s Armada jacket.

It was too fucking early for his shit.

I leaned back against the Corvette and raised an eyebrow as Hunter took his helmet off and shot me a panty-dropping grin.

“Morning, hot shot. You look fuckable as usual. Where’s your bodyguards at? Why am I not getting shot at?”

“I can’t have people at school with me all the time and you know it, pretty boy,” I replied with a snort, hiding my surprise as an annoyed scowl crossed his face.

“You shouldn’t have fucking come then. You’re being hunted, for fuck’s sake.”

“They’re about to kick me out. I have to make an appearance for a few days,” I groaned.

His eyes seemed to light up as a devilish grin tugged at his lips, his hand patting the bike seat behind him.

“Jump on, since when do you play by the rules?”

“Like fuck. I don’t trust you, and I have classes that I really can’t fail,” I bit out, earning another grin that almost set my panties on fire.

He was trouble, and he fucking knew it.

“Live a little, sexy legs. C’mon, let’s go and have some fun. You don’t need an education for that.”

“No offense, but I don’t trust you at all. A pretty face doesn’t always get you what you want.”

He chuckled but gave me a nod, not seeming that bothered by my answer.

“I respect that. Hey, they look a little bit mad. You talking to them yet? Will they bark and bite me if I give you a kiss?”

I glanced at Caden and the guys who looked deep in discussion as they glared at us, and I turned my attention back to Hunter with a grunt.

“Ex-boyfriends, what can I say? No, I’m not talking to them, and no you can’t kiss me because I fucking bite. Why are you here anyways?”

His gaze moved over me slowly, a lazy tom cat smile hitting his face as his cheeky brown eyes met mine.

“I was hoping you were a biter, lucky me. I’m just checking that you’re alive, babe. Don’t panic.”

“Careful, people will think you care,” I teased, his smile turning into a nasty grin.

“It would just be a waste of a good piece of ass. Don’t get too excited, hot shot.”

Asshole.

I thumped his shoulder, making him laugh as he grabbed his helmet, but he hesitated, putting his hand out with his palm up and wiggling his fingers.

“Give me your phone. I’ll put my number in for you.”