Free Forever Love by Jade Whitfield Page B

was worried about, it looks great. I pull off my clothes that I'd set out before my shower. I'd chucked them on quickly after finding the cat using my shoe as a litter box. They're all damp now. I browse through my closet, pulling along hangers. I need to look good for my first day.
    I settle on a sun dress, it's got a pale blue skirt and white top with a bandeau neckline. It shows more than enough leg, since it's one or the other. There are too many sluts about that don’t get you either show a lot of leg or a lot of chest, never both. I put a red shimmer gloss on my lips. My flat Fendi sandals finish my look and I think I look pretty damn good. The fact that I look good definitely puts me in a better mood and now I'm not quite ready to kill a bitch.
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    I don’t know what Noah's idea of making me see he's the guy for me is but it sure is different to mine. Mine would be not pissing me the hell off. So now I'm stuck in the car with him on the way to school since he insisted I had to drive with him because I don’t know my way. Hasn’t he heard of a Sat Nav? I haven't driven my precious Mini in days and to be perfectly honest, I was hoping for a little alone time on the drive to school to clear my thoughts. I really don’t need to be starting my day at a new school with my mind in disarray which is precisely what is happening with Noah in such close proximity. If that wasn’t bad enough, we're completely alone. Chase decided that it was social suicide for him to turn up on his first day at High school with his big brother so he caught the bus.
    We've now been in the car for ten minutes and Noah still hasn’t spoken a word which is more than unsettling. Every now and again I'll catch him staring at my legs out of the corner of my eye, which is the only sign that he even knows I'm still in the car. The silence is deafening, not even the radio is on. I can't take it anymore.
    "I can drive you know. I don’t need a chauffeur."
    "Yep the midget-mobile in the driveway was a big hint that you can drive."
    Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this guy? Last night he's telling me he can't stop thinking about me and he's not letting me go and now he's being a total jackass.
    "PULL OVER!" I yell.
    He looks at me with wide eyes as he makes a sharp turn to the side of the road on the quiet street.
    "What's up? Are you sick?" Oh so he's been a total asshole for the entire drive and now he's all concerned.
    "Yes, I'm sick of you. What the fuck is your problem? You’ve been a total jerk since we got in the car. I mean, why the hell did you kick up such a fuss to drive me if you're just gonna be a tool?"
    He runs his hands through his hair. He doesn’t look as tired as he did yesterday, actually he looks pretty drool worthy is you ask me. He turns an apologetic look my way that just makes him look completely adorable.
    "I'm sorry I've been a dick."
    "Well why were you?" I'm really struggling to hold onto my annoyance with that look on his face. Maybe I should stick a bag on his head or something, I'm sure I could stay pissed at him then.
    "Why'd you wear that?"
    HUH?!
    "Wear what?" I look down at my outfit, trying to work out what the hell he's talking about.
    "That dress. Oh fuck." He's back to running his fingers through his hair and I'm completely lost. "I'm gonna get suspended the first day of school, guys are gonna be all over you in that."
    I don’t know whether I should I be offended that he's saying my outfit is basically gonna give the come on to guys, or flattered that he's bothered by it.
    "Nuh uh, we've already had that conversation. I don’t give a fuck what you think about what I wear, it's none of your business and-"
    "None of my business?"
    Wow, he looks sexy when he's angry.
    "No, why would it be? And please explain what the hell is wrong with my outfit because last I checked my tits arent hanging out the top and my ass isn't hanging out the bottom. In my book, that means it's ok."
    "There's nothing wrong with