Page 89 of Frozen Hearts
“Try again,” he practically snarls.
I turn in my seat to glower at him. “Excuse me?”
“I know you don’t live on campus,” he states, sparing me a scathing glance. “So let's cut the bullshit.”
My eyes skim over his face as his acknowledgement settles in.
“Have you been following me?”
He scoffs but keeps his lips firmly sealed.
“I’m not telling you where I live.”
“Then I guess we’re driving around until sunrise.”
“Are you for real?” I seethe. “Just drop me off at the dorms. Or here.”
“Kinda defeats the purpose of me giving you a ride home if you still have to walk.”
“Why did you pick me up? What are you even doing in this part of town?”
His lips purse and I begin to think he isn’t going to answer me when he finally speaks.
“I was out with the team. I needed to clear my head and was just driving around when I saw you risking your fucking life by walking alone in the dark.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” I snipe, even though I know every night I walk that journey home it’s a risk. Maybe not as big of one as if I lived in a large city, but it’s still a risk. It only takes one drunken asshole, one entitled shitstain.
“Address, Riley,” he growls. “Or so help me, I will make us both miserable by driving around all night.”
Good to know that being in my presence makes himmiserable.
Huffing, I rattle off my address, and he puts it into the GPS, following the directions toward my apartment.
“Why did you need to clear your head?” I venture when we’re only a couple of blocks from my apartment.
“What?”
“You said you needed to clear your head… why?”
He’s silent for a beat before admitting, “We lost tonight’s game.”
It’s all he gives me, but as I watch him from the corner of my eye, I can see the weight of that loss pressing down on him.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter, unsure what else to say.
He doesn’t respond as he turns onto my street, and I watch as his gaze bounces over the buildings, lingering on Ava’s dance studio before shifting to my apartment building as he pulls to a stop outside. I can’t decipher what he’s thinking as he takes in where I live.
Tearing my eyes away from him, I glance out the window at the sidewalk. “Uhh, thanks,” I mutter, unsure what else to say as I push open the door and slide out of his car.
He lingers there as I unlock the door to my building, waiting until I’m safely inside before driving off.
Alone, I sag against the wall.
Well, that was unexpected.
* * *
As I step around the side of the building into the parking lot, I immediately spot Logan’s car. It’s impossible to miss, the expensive-looking SUV appearing entirely out of place alongside the beat-up cars that a few of the other girls own.
