Arabella Rivera I wince when Gwen's head thuds on the car door as Haiden tosses her in the backseat. After closing the door he turns to me and lifts a brow. "What?" I gave him an 'are you serious look'. "You could have at least been a little gentler you know." Haiden snorts. "It's not like she'll have a concussion." With a shrug, he walks around the truck and enters the driver's side. I let out an annoyed sigh and entered the passenger's side all the while glaring out of the window. I heard the long drag of Haiden's sigh and felt the weight of his gaze on my face. "I'm sorry for not being gentler with your friend Bella, okay? Will you now stop picturing my death in that pretty little head of yours?" With a chuckle he pokes the side of my head. I press my lips together, forcing down the smile that threatened to come out. I didn't want to show him that he could easily have me forgive him, despite how easily I gave into him in the bathroom. It was just a moment of weakness. At least that's what I fed my mind to believe even though I knew the damn truth. His finger leaves the side of my head and he trails it down to my cheek before poking it. "Smile for me would you? I hate when you sulk." By his tone, I knew there was truth in his words. But instead of giving in, I pressed my lips even tighter and turned away from him completely until his fingers drop from my face. Haiden sighs heavily. "Fine. If that's the way you want it." A part of me sulked that he was going to leave me be. But another knew that I should've expected that from him. He wasn't a guy who I should put my faith in. He would just crumble it. My thoughts are pushed out of my head when fingers press to my sides lightly before he starts to tickle me. I jerk, gasping in both pain and mirth as I giggle. "Okay, Okay stop." I breathed out as I tried to suck in some air and turned to him. I couldn't really see his features clearly but I could sure as hell feel the burning of his stare on my lips. I swore I could even feel the tingling his kisses always left on my lips when he was done ravaging them. Haiden chuckles and the hoarseness of his voice when he spoke had me clenching my thighs together as the familiar throb of want spikes between my thighs. "Now that's the beautiful smile I missed so much. You should really smile more often Bella, it just might make me throw you over my thighs and fuck you senseless." Outwardly, I tried my fucking hardest to look like his words didn't just torment me and make me lose my focus. Keyword on 'tried'. Inwardly my veins were already singing his fucking name and he wasn't even inside me, yet. A loud groan and the word fuck coming from the backseat had me jerking back to reality. Remembering Gwen was still there and we should get her home had me forcing down my burning desire for Haiden. God I hope she hadn't heard the words Haiden let slip out of his mouth. Or at least not remember them. It would definitely save me a ton of headache. "We should probably bring her home before she pukes in your truck," I murmured, turning to look at Gwen. Her face was buried in the dark seat of the truck. And if you really looked closely, you'd notice drool creating a pool on the black leather. I cringed and decided to not tell Haiden in fear he'd throw her out. "She better fucking not." He grumbles in disgust and turns around to start the truck. Seconds later we pull out of the parking space and sped down the road. "I'm guessing you want her to puke in your truck?" I asked as I looked at him beneath my lashes. He turns to me for a second. "What?" Confusion lit his tone. "You're driving like there's a hillbilly after you." I pointed out, gripping the door. "No, I'm driving like I want that bitch out of my car soon." He grumbles, displeased by having Gwen in his truck. I turn to glare at the sides of his face. Just when we're about to get somewhere he opens his fucking mouth and ruins it. "Don't call her that. You don't know her." I snapped. I'll admit Gwen was a lot to handle and most couldn't handle her. But she was always there for me. She was there when that Tyler kid pushed me in ninth grade, she was there to punch him good. He spotted a black eye for two weeks. "And you do?" He snorted. I furrow my brow, thinking about his question. "Why do you keep telling me that? Is there something I need to know?" I didn't know my heart could pound so much as I anticipated his answer. But it doesn't come for a few seconds. Then he murmurs softly and slightly removes his feet off the accelerator to slow down his speed. "There's nothing you should know about. I just hate her okay?" I turn to him fully, wishing I could see his features clearly so I could see every visible twitch of his face to know if he was lying or not. "Why do you? Why do you hate her so much?"The question was inevitable and he should've seen it a mile away. But from the silence that suffocates us in the confines of the truck, I knew I had shocked him. Or perhaps he just didn't want to answer. "Because I just do alright? Can you just drop it?" He says after a few minutes of silence. I don't answer him, just turn my head to face out the window. He wasn't going to tell me, probably never will. I loathed that even though he was being a complete tool, I still craved him so badly that it hurt. The rest of the ride was silent until I had to give him directions to Gwen's. Then silence enveloped us again and none of us tried to break it. When we slowed down beside the curb, I finally let the air I had unknowingly been holding, out. I was itching to get away from him, or perhaps on him. I didn't know. "Thanks. " I mumbled getting out of the truck when he parks it. I slam the door shut, not waiting for his response. Opening the door to retrieve Gwen, I nearly groan aloud when I heard the side of his door open then close. I took the whiff of him instantly and felt his heat behind me. I found myself inhaling his scent of pure male and sex mix with cologne. He didn't smell of cigarettes tonight. "Let me help you with her." There was a part of me that wanted to protest but there was a part that knew I should let him help. It's not like I had gotten superhuman strength overnight. So wordlessly I took a few steps away and let him draw her out of the backseat and into his arms. Was I fucked up to say that I was very jealous when Gwen snuggled into him? There was no need to, I know that because he made it clear he hated her. I was even more fucked up to even start liking that fact.