Page 24 of Sinful as They Come
“Oh no.” I sighed a little too loudly.
“Sawyer can drive you home,” Brodie offered. He somehow seemed to know what trouble I was in before I even told him.
“Thanks for the offer, but there’s no way Sawyer would ever do that.” I sighed again. “That’s okay. I’ll figure something out.”
“Everyone’s probably left by now,” Brodie said as we started to walk down the hallway. “Unless you’re going to the after party?”
“No. Straight to bed for me.” I wasn’t big on parties, and after that fight with Carter, all I wanted to do was wrap myself up in a hundred blankets.
“Then let us give you a ride.”
“I live all the way on the other side of town. I don’t want to hassle you guys. And believe me when I say that Sawyer would rather die than let me into his car.”
We finally made it back outside to the cool night air after grabbing my duffel bag. My first thought was to check my phone. There was nothing from Carter, though. Not a word. Maybe he needed time.
I hugged at my arms and noted that the crowd had all left. The cheerleading girls were all gone too. Probably already on their way to Fran’s. My parents were out at dinner and I didn’t want to interrupt that.And I knew Lucas would have driven me, but again, my house was on the other side of town and he was heading off to Fran’s, anyway.
I was stranded.
“You ready to go, Brodie?” Sawyer interrupted my thoughts, his hands shoved into his pockets.
“Yeah, but we have to drive Holly home.” Brodie nodded to me.
“Fuck no,” Sawyer said at the same time as I said “No, it’s okay.”
“She’ll be stuck here all night. Come on,” tried Brodie.
“And? I’m not her fuckin’ babysitter,” snapped Sawyer.
I had to roll my eyes. It was nice of Brodie to try and help – but I knew there was no way Sawyer would ever let me in his car. “You know what? It’s fine. I’ll work it out.”
Sawyer gestured a hand at me. “See? She’s fine. Can we leave now?”
“Holly, don’t be silly.” Brodie gave me a little nudge. “Sawyer will drive you home. ‘Cause deep down, he’s a gentleman.”
A little laugh left my mouth at the word. That was the last thing Sawyer was.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.” Sawyer stared at his cousin. “If you wanna walk her home or something, then fine. But I’m leaving. In my truck. Without her.”
“Just do her this one favor,” Brodie pleaded. “I’m sure she’d help you out if it was you.”
“Would you drive me home?” Sawyer asked, looking right at me.
No, I wouldn’t. At least I didn’t think I would. Which made the whole situation even worse.
“That’s what I thought,” Sawyer said.
“Sawyer. Don’t be like that.”
“You know where she lives, right?” Sawyer asked Brodie seriously. “You know how long that drive is?”
“It’s not that far.”
“Yeah, it fucking is that far. You drag me out to this football game so you can do your little interview, and now you want me to drop off the head cheerleader like I’m a goddamn taxi driver.”
“Come on. I’ll owe you.”
“Youalreadyowe me.”
