"Oh no, pl-", I cut her off and sat up straight and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing the life out of it.
"Listen here you motherfucker, one more sentence either of flirt or of care or politeness, if I heard, you're going straight to where you were, the day you were born." My voice was filled with venom for him.
I saw Rozella's jaw dropped but she composed herself really quickly.
"Y-yes s-sir." He squirmed in his seat uncomfortably and didn't meet my gaze in the rear view mirror.
"Kezr, that was so uncalled fo-" Rozella started only to stop once my head snapped towards her and I glared at her. My eyes were probably darkened cause her eyes widened, looking at me.
She shut her mouth and looked outside fiddling with her fingers.
Great! You made her upset. Dumb fuck.
It's fucking Cane's fault. James.
Whose side are you on?
Love.
The hell.... Love?
Yes, lo-
Lubb dubb, lubb dubb, lubb dubb.
I could hear my heart beat in my chest rapidly when I felt her move closer to me and she put her head on my shoulder.
Take that James!
She always comes back to me......
....and I'll always welcome her with open arms.
Beside my excitement, I was tense as I didn't know what to do. No girl has ever put her head on my shoulder. Let alone come close to me.
What do I do?
Do I kiss her?
Omg! Is this the sign to kiss her?
No idiot if it was she wouldn't be putting her head, down, on your shoulder.
Right.... Right....
But what does it mean?
Should I put my hand around her waist?
Should I fuck her-
What?
Sorry wrong direction.
Or... Should I-
"Kezr" I heard Zella whisper in my ear in her soft tone. Heart attack!
I peeked a little to where her head was and she was smiling at me. I smiled back.
Fuck, that wasn't the plan. You were suppose to be angry.
Did you see her? How can I resist her when she looks at me like.... that.
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