8- Confuse

MIA POV

I'm currently sitting on the hood of Peter's car watching an ongoing race. After this, it's Clark's race with the mysterious/scary guy on our left. If you're wondering where Peter is, don't worry, he's right beside me and with his two manwhore friends. Well, guess what they are doing...Yup! Of course, flirting with their partners, and don't ask me what kind of flirting they're doing. I can't and I really won't answer you...

Every time I glanced at Clark, our eyes would meet and the weirdest part was he looked at me teasingly and angrily. What!? I didn't do anything and he was the one sucking faces at that bitch Mitch...Whoa! That rhyme...Bitch Mitch!! Awesome...

So yeah, I felt really weird with his stares. Good thing Peter doesn't leave my side and he's really fun to hang with. I mean, I thought he was unapproachable because he's always quiet, he'll talk if it's necessary but he'll answer you with 3 or just two words and he always wears a straight face to everyone. This made me think that the quotation "Don't judge a book by its cover" was true.

"Hey, you alright?" Peter asked, suddenly pulling me out of my thoughts.

I smiled at him and nodded, then I turned my attention to my front. This place is really loud, all you can hear is the sound of screeching tires, the roaring of engines, and people shouting their lungs off. But this is a cool place.

This was what I always wanted to go to but my parents wouldn't let me, even if it was a legal race. I really wanted to race and I love cars, so I'm very thankful Peter invited me here. It means a lot to me. I suddenly smiled and looked at Peter.

"Thank you," I said close to his ear so he could hear me smiling at him. He looked at me, confusion written on his face.

"For what exactly?" He said pretty loudly for me to hear, then raised his left brow. I mentally chuckle at how cute he looks.

"For bringing me here." I simply said and shrugged

He looked away and chuckled, then turned to me again. "It was nothing, and you like cars, right? Plus Clark is in here," he said, looking at me intently.

"Yeah," I said, then looked away from him.

"But how can we make our plan work if he's busy flirting? I think we should end this. I mean it was obvious he didn't give a damn about me and he even looked at me like he didn't want me here."

I don't want to sound disappointed, but I can't help it. I looked down and felt really low now; this deal was not a good idea.

"Is that what you think, Angel?" he said, smirking at me.

"What? I don't understand you," I said, tilting my head confused.

"We need to tease him then," he said, and before I could even respond to him, he slowly moved his face closer to me, making our noses touch and our lips inch away. I could smell his chocolaty breath.

Does he eat lots of chocolates before he goes to my apartment?

Then he suddenly rested his forehead on mine, keeping distance between us. Now I could see clearly how brown his eyes were. It was so gorgeous, he was also staring at me until his gaze slowly lowered to my lips, then suddenly, I was forcefully pulled by Clark, making me stumble to his side while holding my wrist painfully, and being shocked as fuck was an understatement.

He glared at Peter and immediately dragged me away from him. I turned my head to Peter and he was still sitting on his car's hood while smirking at me. What is he thinking!!? That smartass

Then I looked at Mitch and saw her crossed hands on her chest while glaring at me. If the glare would kill, I'd be dead by now. I turned my head and looked at Clark, who was still enjoying dragging me to wherever that hell was. I suddenly halted and tried to snatch my hand into his hold, but no luck, he was too damn strong.

"Where do you think we're going? And can you please let me go!?" I said, annoyed

He looked at me and went down to my wrist, then he let go of my hand, which had a red stingy mark on it. I immediately held it and caressed it. I looked up at him and saw his gaze at me soften.

"Sorry," he whispered, which only the two of us could hear. I turned away from him, looking at my wrist again when suddenly he spoke.

"Come with me." he simply said, his voice firm.

"Where? You do know that your race was up, right?" I said, raising my brow at him.

"I know princess, just please can you just come with me?" he said, smirking at me.

Should I come with him or not? How about Peter? I can't just leave him; he's the reason why I'm here.

As if he could read my mind, he suddenly said... "We'll be back, don't worry." he looked at me intently waiting for my answer...

Is this what Peter planned? Shit, what are we going to talk about?

"Uhmm...Before we can talk, can I go to the restroom?" I said hesitantly. What!? This situation makes me nervous so I need to pee...

He smirks at me and shakes his head. "You're really something princess. Come, follow me," he said, then turned away from me and continued to walk.

I was still standing in my place. Thinking about what to do and why he suddenly pulled me away from Peter. Was he jealous? But I don't think so; he kissed Mitch a while ago. This makes me so confused as fuck. This bad boy is so hard to read...

"Are you coming or what?" he suddenly asked, which pulled me out of my thoughts. I just rolled my eyes and walked by him. He smiled at me, a genuine one that melted my heart.

You're stupid, heart. He'll just destroy you, so don't trust him yet. Just play with him like what he's doing to you now... No more heartbreak for me, I promised